Su Chengxuan hasn't really had any sleep these past two days.
He feels a vague unease in his heart. No matter what, she is still his mother. At her worst, she used to hold him in the palm of her hand.
After Zuo Mufeng finished his examination, Su Chengxuan became even more anxious.
"President Zhuo, how is my mom?"
Zuo Mufeng sighed softly, "Her vital signs are getting weaker, and she may not last these two days. If we're lucky, some patients are more likely to wake up at the last moment of life. It could be the last encounter, so try to fulfill any last wishes she might have."
After saying this, Zuo Mufeng gently patted his shoulder to show comfort.
The hospital had already done everything possible, and Zhang Juan was at the end of her rope.
Su Chengxuan gripped his hands tightly and nodded, "Thank you, President Zhuo."
After Zuo Mufeng left, Su Chengxuan watched her from the side, holding her hand, which was now so thin it was just skin and bones.
