Xu Ruohua had just finished surgery and wasn't suitable to enter the hospital room, as it was prone to causing cross-infection, so she could only sit in her wheelchair and look inside through the glass window on the door.
Ye Qijun lay on the hospital bed, showing no signs of waking up.
Xu Ruohua looked at him, her tears flowing uncontrollably.
She reached out her hand, touching the outline of his face on the glass window, and after a long while, she finally spoke: "Ye Qijun, it's me, Ruohua. Wake up for me, hold on, okay?"
But inside the hospital room, Ye Qijun still showed no response.
The few people standing by their side, watching them, all had red eyes.
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