Wei Jiaren sat slumped on a bench nearby, staring blankly at the operating light above his head.

Wei Jiaren felt that her vision was getting blurry. She wiped it away with the back of her hand, and her vision finally became clear, but the dazzling operating light was still on.

The sound of rapid footsteps came from the other end of the corridor, approaching from far away.

He Wanshi came over in a hurry. She stood in front of Wei Jiaren and without saying anything, he slapped her with his hand.

Wei Jiaren bit her lip tightly, tears welling up in her eyes, but she didn't say a word in defense.

He Wanshi saw it in his eyes and naturally thought that she had a guilty conscience.

And He Wanshi's arm was trembling slightly, which showed how heavy the force that just fell on Wei Jiaren's face was.

"I'm sorry, Mom, I'm sorry, it's all my fault..."

Wei Jiaren choked with sobs, tears falling down her red and swollen cheeks. She simply placed all the blame on herself.

He Wanshi didn't say another word, just stood aside and waited.

She has only two children in her life. Su Xingchen has already left. If Su Mo leaves again, what should she do?

After five long hours, the lights in the operating room finally went out. The doctor walked out of the operating room and took off the blue sterile mask on his face.

"Doctor, how is my son?" He Wanshi asked nervously.

"My life is out of danger. I can be transferred to the general ward after being observed in the intensive care unit for 24 hours."

"Thank God, Su Mo is finally fine." He Wanshi placed her palm on her heart and her eyes were wet.

Su Mo observed in the intensive care unit for two days and found no abnormalities.

Wei Jiaren stayed by his side, almost without eating or sleeping.

On the hospital bed, Su Mo was sleeping peacefully, with cold mechanical instruments inserted into his body. The numbers on the computer screen kept beating, showing that his condition was relatively stable.

Wei Jiaren buried her face in his palms, and cold tears fell on his palms.

There is a kind of love in this world called Chengquan. Wei Jiaren thought that as long as she let him go and be with An Qi, he would be happy.

She didn't know why things turned out the way they did now, and she understood his thoughts less and less.

"Wei Jiaren!"

There was a slamming sound on the door, and Du Xianxian pushed the door angrily and stepped forward to grab Wei Jiaren's arm.

"Let go, it hurts." Wei Jiaren's eyebrows almost twisted together.

There were numerous wounds, large and small, on her body, all of which were left when she rescued him. Some were scarred, and some were serious and even oozing with blood.

"Do you still know it hurts? Just stay with this man day and night. You don't even treat the wounds on your body. If the wound becomes infected and turns into tetanus, your life will be gone."

Wei Jiaren smiled nonchalantly, "It's a small injury, why are you making such a fuss?"

"You can't kill this man if you don't even look at him. Wei Jiaren, you must come with me to deal with the wound now." Du Xianxian ignored her resistance and dragged her to the infirmary.

Not long after they left, An Qi came to the hospital.

It's a coincidence that Wei Jiaren stayed with Su Mo for several days and nights and he didn't wake up.

Not long after Angel arrived, he woke up.

He lay flat on the hospital bed, staring at the ceiling above his head in a daze.

Su Mo, who had just woken up, was still a little confused, and his last memory still remained at the moment of the car crash.
Chapter completed!