Yundu Central Hospital.

When Song Yansheng arrived outside the operating room, Su Xiaoling had already been wheeled inside.

Only Shen Yiming stood anxiously outside the operating room.

As soon as Shen Yiming saw Song Yansheng, he strode towards him.

What are you doing here?

A cold smile played on his lips, and his eyes were bloodshot; he seemed to be on the verge of exploding with rage.

Song Yansheng didn't answer his question directly, but asked in a hoarse voice, "How is she?"

His voice trembled, as if he were terrified.

For a moment after receiving Xiao Cheng's call, he thought she was just putting on an act.

but……

On his way here, he saw the wrecked car and overheard the doctors and nurses talking about it when he arrived at the hospital.

She was badly injured.

At this moment, he had no time to think; he wanted to see her, to see her safe and sound.

Song Yansheng's question seemed to immediately enrage Shen Yiming.

He grabbed his collar, forceful and angry.

"You are the least qualified person to ask this question, Song Yansheng."

“If it weren’t for you, she wouldn’t be so heartbroken, and she wouldn’t have been in a car accident.”

"Didn't you dislike her? Didn't you not care about her? Then what are you doing here?"

“Song Yansheng, let me tell you, if she dies, it will be because you killed her with your own hands.”

At this moment, Shen Yiming was on the verge of exploding with rage, completely disregarding his own image, and started yelling at Song Yansheng.

Song Yansheng frowned, her expression somber.

He persisted, asking, "How is she?"

Shen Yiming gave a mocking smile and suddenly released him.

"Would you believe me if I said she was dying?"

No sooner had Shen Yiming finished speaking than he was punched in the face.

He stumbled and fell against the wall before regaining his balance.

A large red mark immediately appeared on his fair face.

Shen Yiming covered his slapped cheek and said sarcastically, "What? You don't dare to hear the truth? Feeling sorry for me? Where were you before?"

Song Yansheng clenched her fists, her lips were pale, and her face was bloodless.

He wouldn't allow her to die.

She didn't want to hear anyone say she was going to die.

She should live a good life.

Throughout his life, he wanted to live a good life more than anyone else, but now that wish could not be fulfilled, he thought, then let the one he loved most live a good life.

Even if he leaves one day, he will protect her.

Therefore, he would not allow her to die.

Song Yansheng suddenly leaned against the wall, forcing a bitter smile.

"I don't want to."

"I don't want her to leave, but I'm the one who should be damned."

Looking at his dejected and heartbroken expression, Shen Yiming scoffed and said, "What's the point of saying all this now?"

"Instead of saying all this, you might as well go in and tell her now that you like her. Maybe that will give her the motivation to fight against death for a while longer."

"Song Yansheng, you are a coward."

Despite Shen Yiming's taunts, Song Yansheng remained silent, his eyes fixed on the operating room door.

I don't know how much time passed, but the operating room door opened.

The doctor came out.

Upon seeing this, Song Yansheng quickly stepped forward, anxiously grabbing the doctor's collar and asking, "How is she?"

The doctor was startled by his actions.

He paused for a moment, then coughed lightly and said, "The patient's condition is not very optimistic. He has been sent to the ICU. It's hard to say the specifics right now; we need to observe him overnight."

After hearing the doctor's words, Song Yansheng was completely stunned.

The words "not very optimistic" made him extremely anxious and uneasy.