Bian Yue felt dizzy spells coming and going, struggling to stand up again, "Doctor... how is my sister?"
In reality, the moment Bian Yue saw the doctor, she had already guessed the answer.
But people always cling to hope, thinking that perhaps, by some miracle, the impossible could happen.
Yet, the doctor lowered his head amidst Bian Yue's nearly hopeless gaze and said gravely, "The patient no longer has a heartbeat. The family... can prepare for the funeral."
When Shen Jinci and Shen Zhaoli returned, what they heard was precisely this sentence.
Shen Jinci's expression changed instantly as he looked towards Bian Yue and quickly walked over to her.
But Bian Yue could no longer hold on and fainted in the midst of Wen Jiao's panicked gaze.
"Bian Yue!" Wen Jiao lost her composure, shouting Bian Yue's name.
Shen Jinci had already scooped up Bian Yue before her.
