"Silly child, of course, I know. I even attended your wedding!" Dean Yang comforted Zhang Yantong with a pat on her shoulder, then said, "How could I not know this? I'm also doing my best to save his life!"
"But..." Zhang Yantong cried until her eyes were red. For two days and nights, this foolish girl hadn't closed her eyes even for a moment. She had been waiting for news about Ye Chen, only for it to be a death knell that eventually came. The doctor said that once the lung lobe is infected, it can ultimately be a matter of life and death.
Despite the doctors doing their utmost right now to save him, the hope for survival was too slim. Zhang Yantong cried bitterly, seeing the person she loved most collapsing before her eyes, what could she say? All the pain was just hers to bear alone.
"Alright, stop crying!" Dean Yang patted Zhang Yantong's shoulder again and handed her a tissue, saying, "Let's see the final results of the rescue."
