As Jiang Chen fell into a deep coma,
one from which he might never awaken,
everyone's heart grew heavy. No one was willing to accept this reality.
The fate of every person present was inextricably linked to Jiang Chen.
"I have to save him."
Murong Xiangming bit her lip so hard that it bled.
Her voice was firm with determination.
With that, she lifted Jiang Chen's body and started to walk out.
"Wait, Miss Murong. Do you have a plan?"
Mr. Qiu Shui blocked her path.
Murong Xiangming shook her head. "No, but I won't give up."
Understanding what Murong Xiangming was thinking, Mr. Qiu Shui said in a low voice, "We all want Jiang Chen to live."
"But to take him away rashly without a way to save him is far too irresponsible."
"Everyone, calm down. Let's think of a solution."
In the end, Murong Xiangming placed Jiang Chen back on the bed, staying by his side and watching over him without pause.
