Chen Mu grabbed Che Dahai and sprinted down the hospital corridor.
"Son..."
"My son..."
When Chen Mu and Che Dahai arrived,
Che Liang's mother had already been ushered outside the ICU by the doctors in white coats.
On Che Liang's body,
various life-monitoring instruments and tubes were still attached.
A dose of injection was administered.
Che Liang's vital signs returned to stability.
"Doctor, does my son need to go to the ICU?"
"We have money at home, we can afford the ICU!"
When a doctor came out,
Che Liang's mother rushed up and grabbed the doctor's sleeve.
She grabbed the sleeve but didn't dare to pull hard,
fearing that she might delay the doctor from rushing back to save her son.
Looking at the sobbing and pitiable woman in front of him,
the doctor just frowned slightly: "ICU admission isn't something you can choose; if it's needed, the hospital will notify the family immediately."
"However..."
