"What?" The Old Madam's legs gave out, her mind going blank in an instant.
If it weren't for Lan, who acted swiftly and supported her in time, she might have fallen straight to the ground.
"Mom, don't get agitated."
Bei Qingyue immediately stepped over and supported the Old Madam from the other side.
"Help the Old Madam over there to rest for a while."
Bei Qingyue signaled Lan to help the Old Madam walk towards the stone table.
Unexpectedly, the Old Madam pushed her hand away, her eyes filled with pain.
"Let me go in to see him."
"Mom..."
Bei Qingyue was really worried that she wouldn't be able to handle the shock, but the Old Madam was adamant.
With no choice, she had to help Lan support her as they walked into the medical room.
Inside the medical room, besides the smell of disinfectant, there was a hint of a bloody odor.
Looking at Bei Zicheng, quietly lying on the operating table, the Old Madam's heart sank heavily.
