Outside the intensive care unit, in front of a computer.
"Heart rate 110, systolic 150, diastolic 110."
The assistant doctor once again reported the numbers on the computer screen.
Everyone looked at Shen Yizhou, who simply pursed his lips and remained silent.
Inside, Luo Xiaoqian continued pouring her heart out to Leng Zimo.
"I know, you will definitely forgive me, you love me so much, don't you?! Zimo, I really love you, so you can be mad at me, but you can't just keep sleeping like this. There are so many promises you made to me that haven't come true yet. The roses at the Qingdao Old Mansion are almost going to wilt if we don't go soon. If not this year, we'll have to wait until next spring to see them..."
"Heart rate 122, systolic 165, diastolic 116." The assistant doctor spoke again, with a hint of concern in his voice.
Leng Zimo's heart rate and blood pressure continued to rise, and the speed of increase was alarmingly fast. This was not a good sign.
