Gao Zhe let her hold him, his hands never leaving, his head lowered, neck bent, his gaze fixed on her.
If Lu Zhenzhen had been more observant...
She would have surely noticed that Gao Zhe hadn't glanced at the operating room even once.
Mother Lu was helped over by Nan Jiaojiao, and upon seeing the words "In Surgery," her whole body went limp, nearly unable to stand. Gao Zhe patted Lu Zhenzhen, signaling her to let go, then took long strides to stabilize Mother Lu, slowly guiding her to sit on a chair.
"Ah Zhe... Ah Zhe, what's happened to your father?"
Mother Lu grasped Gao Zhe's hand, "He's always been healthy, had regular check-ups, never sick when he was young. He was fine, so how could he suddenly be vomiting blood?"
Gao Zhe remained silent.
"Did you ask the doctors? What are his symptoms? Is it serious?"
Gao Zhe glanced at Mother Lu's hand tightening around his, she was unaware of how much strength she used. Her slender fingers managed to leave red marks on his wrist.
