Ye Rui stopped struggling, abandoning the pointless resistance, her hands tightly pressing on her lower abdomen as her lifeless eyes fixated on the continuously moving ceiling.
Sorry, my child, Mommy failed to protect you, I'm so sorry!
～
Jiang Haoran raced through the hospital hallways, a voice in his head screaming: There must be a way, yes, go find Mr. Leng and Mrs. Leng, they won't stand by and watch their grandson in danger.
Jiang Haoran didn't know the phone number of Leng Shaoqing's parents, but he knew where they lived.
"Doctor Jiang, what's wrong?" Two nurses, seeing him sprinting in panic, blurted out involuntarily.
Jiang Haoran's ears heard nothing, his eyes haunted by the image of Ye Rui's pale and lifeless face. At this moment, he was the only person who could save her.
