"That sounds so heartbreaking..."
How old was Ying Lin when he died? His own mother actually teamed up with her lover to kill her biological son? That was too terrifying!
Ying Lin glanced at Bai Xiaoxiao's spot with his crimson ghost eyes and scoffed coldly. "Do you know who the doctor was that tried to resuscitate me when I was sent to the hospital?"
How could Bai Xiaoxiao possibly know?
"The person who tried to save me was my dad," Ying Lin said calmly.
When Ying Lin was born, his father had personally delivered him into the world. And when Ying Lin lay dying in the emergency room, his father had to watch the son he had raised for sixteen years breathe his last.
"Every day in the hospital, babies are born and people die. As a doctor, my dad was used to life and death. He always said that everyone dies eventually; it's just a matter of sooner or later. But that day, when I breathed my last on the operating table, he just completely broke down. I could feel his despair."
