In the room was a young oriental woman with an elegant demeanor. Upon seeing the woman who entered, she respectfully greeted, "Godmother."
Su Yiren removed her mask, revealing her delicate face. She walked over and glanced at the young man unconscious on the hospital bed, her brows slightly furrowing.
"Did the surgery fail again?"
The young woman shook her head, "The blood pressure and heartbeat have returned to normal levels, it's just uncertain when he will wake up."
"What's the difference between that and a failure?" Su Yiren frowned, looking at the face of the man lying on the bed, "In his current state, he might as well be dead. It's a waste of my time!"
Xun Ruqiu knew she was speaking out of frustration and merely smiled, "After all, he is your son. He won't give up on life easily, rest assured, Godmother."
Su Yiren snorted lightly and said no more, simply walking over to fiddle with the equipment.
