Fu Nancheng raised his eyes to look at her, hesitant to speak.
A string of tears rolled down from Qiao Mo's eyes: "No... don't... you will die... you will die..."
"Xiao Mo."
Qiao Mo shook her head, rushed forward, and hugged him tightly: "No... I don't want you to die... what will I do if you die."
He gently returned her embrace, patting her back, soothingly saying: "It will be okay."
Qiao Mo still clung to him tightly, refusing to let go, desperately shaking her head.
Fu Nancheng glanced at the doctor, saying in a deep voice: "You go out first."
The doctor was eager to escape, having no reason to refuse, promptly left the room, not forgetting to close the door.
A few seconds later, Fu Nancheng seriously spoke to Qiao Mo: "Xiao Mo, Chenchen will die."
Qiao Mo was slightly startled, her tears flowing like a broken string of pearls, her heart twisted at the thought of the small figure on the operating table.
