"I'm sorry, she... couldn't be saved. Please accept my condolences."
"My daughter, she's only in her teens... it can't be..."
The little girl's mother fainted directly onto the floor. Han Xi quickly supported her and pinched the philtrum. A few seconds later, the little girl's mother slowly opened her eyes.
The little girl's father grabbed the principal's collar, yelling in a fit of anger, "Give me back my daughter. I'm not done with you."
"I'm sorry, it happened because we didn't manage the students well."
A crowd had already gathered at the entrance of the operating room. Everyone was talking, saying how it's such a pity that a good child is gone just like that.
Han Xi helped the little girl's mother stand up from the ground: "Auntie, she's already gone. Please accept my condolences. She's inside, you can take her home now."
The little girl's mother stumbled into the operating room, holding her daughter's now cold hand, tears continuously falling down.
