Soon, they arrived at the entrance of the ICU.
Lu Hechen and Qiao's father were standing there, and behind the glass wall, there were two patients, both appearing to be in critical condition.
One of them was Aunt Fu. She was lying right next to the glass wall, her head shaved, lying on the hospital bed, tubes inserted into her mouth and all over her body.
Aunt Fu still had her eyes closed, the monitor was on, and she appeared to be stable.
But with her eyes closed, it really made people worry.
Qiao Jingchen was brought over and was stunned by the scene.
Zhuang Yuezhou followed closely behind and said, "The car accident was real. Aunt Fu was hit and thrown over ten meters, fell to the ground, and hit her head. We don't know if she'll wake up."
A look of pain flashed in Lu Hechen's eyes, "You just told me she was okay."
"Compared to being dead, she is indeed okay," Zhuang Yuezhou said.
Indeed!
Lu Hechen couldn't refute.
That's true, she's not dead.
She's still alive.
