A large patch of bright red blood stained the back of his knee, soaking through the fabric and even spreading a long trail of blood down the floor.

Jingmin was a beat late before stumbling down the stairs.

When he saw that sea of ​​blood, his legs went weak and he almost knelt down beside her.

"Yangyang...?"

He reached out to touch her, but it was like touching a scorching hot iron plate; he froze in mid-air.

"Take him to the emergency room!"

"Notify the obstetrics and gynecology department immediately!"

The doctor finally arrived and lifted Chu Wuyang onto a stretcher. A group of people rushed towards the emergency exit.

Jingmin wanted to follow, but was stopped by a doctor.

"One family member should sign the consent form; the rest of you should stay away from the operating area."

"I'll do it."

Yang Jin blurted out.

"No—I'll do it!"

Jing Min let out a low growl and snatched the medical record.

His hand trembled as he took the pen; he could barely hold it and it took almost all his strength to sign his name on that line.

The door closed.

The moment the red "Operation in Progress" light came on,

The world was eerily quiet.

Jingmin leaned against the cold wall, slowly sliding down to sit, his hands still stained with her blood.

After it dries, it turns a dark reddish-brown.

He seemed to have all his strength drained away, his eyes fixed intently on the door.

Yang Jinchu looked at the pool of blood, then at Jing Min standing against the wall, and a surge of anger suddenly welled up in his eyes.

He could no longer restrain himself, and suddenly stepped forward, punching Jing Min in the face.

"madman!"

His voice was low and hoarse, almost out of control.

"If you're fucking sick, go get treatment! Why are you dragging others down with you?!"

"If anything happens to Yangyang, I won't let you off the hook!"

Jing Min staggered backward after being hit, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

But he never fought back, only kept his head down.

The air fell into a deathly silence.

The two stood silently on either side of the operating room door.

No one spoke again.

It was as if the whole world had stopped, with only the red "In Surgery" light still flashing coldly.

Time seemed to stretch out, each second feeling like being stabbed in the heart with a dull knife.

An hour later, the operating room door finally opened, and the doctor came out, removing his gloves very gently.

But it felt like shattering a piece of fragile glass.

Who are the family members?

Jingmin suddenly stood up.

"I, I am..."

The doctor glanced at him.

"The baby couldn't be saved."

It was like the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Jing Min looked as if he had been slapped in the face. He staggered and leaned against the wall without uttering a sound.

Yang Jinchu quickly asked,

"How is the master?"

The doctor continued,

"She lost a lot of blood, but fortunately she was rescued in time. She should be fine now that she's awake. She'll be observed for a few days."

Yang Jinchu said in a low voice,

"Thanks."

Jing Min couldn't bring himself to say "thank you." He could only hear the words he'd just heard echoing in his mind.

—The child is gone.

That was his and her child, something he had never imagined he would have, his hope.

Now, everything is gone.

It's completely gone.

Or is it because I'm gone...?

He turned his face, his fingers digging into his palm, tightening little by little.