A deathly silence hung over the entire Emergency Room.
Seeing the director and the others looking utterly grim, along with the large wet patch on Director Ma's trousers, Mo Xinao and Fu Wanli suddenly felt a terrible foreboding. "What happened to our son?"
No one dared speak. They all turned away, unable to face Mo Xinao and Fu Wanli.
Their hearts sank. With trembling hands, Mo Xinao and Fu Wanli reached toward their son's nose.
When they felt no breath, a thunderclap seemed to explode in their heads. They collapsed on the spot, clutching their son and sobbing uncontrollably.
Everyone remained silent. Ultimately, Fu Wanli had brought this upon herself. If she had not ordered Director Ma to remove the leaves from the Mo Family's Eldest Young Master's nose and mouth, he would not have died.
A mother had sent her own son to hell with a single command. How tragic!
Beside them, Director Ma's gaze went blank, his face filled with despair.
Although Fu Wanli's command had been the true cause of the Mo Family's Eldest Young Master's death, he had been the one to remove the leaves. Knowing her vicious nature, he feared he would spend the rest of his life in prison.
Jun Wangchen shook his head. The leaves stuffed into the Mo Family's Eldest Young Master's mouth and nose had primarily served to suppress the chaotic spiritual power within his body and calm it. Once removed, that spiritual power would erupt instantly, with a very high risk of death.
Judging by the signs of his body, the Mo Family's Eldest Young Master had already been dead for a minute. Even the Thirteen Ghost Gate Needles would be useless.
After all, the Thirteen Ghost Gate Needles were meant to save those who still had a breath left