Everyone froze at those words.
Qiao Hua, in particular, went rigid. The blood drained from her body, and her mind seemed to knot up, leaving her unable to think.
Gu Wenze might end up in a vegetative state?
Weng Fenghua was the first to react. She hurriedly asked, "Doctor, what are the chances of my son waking up?"
The doctor hesitated. "It's hard to say. It depends on the patient's will to live. Some patients have a strong will to live and regain consciousness very quickly, while others remain bedridden for the rest of their lives."
The mood sank, and no one spoke again.
What the doctor meant was that if Gu Wenze failed to pull through this, he might spend the rest of his life in a hospital bed.
Soon, Gu Wenze was transferred to the intensive care unit. Qiao Hua stood outside, looking through the glass at him lying in bed. With an oxygen mask over his pale face, he bore no trace of his former arrogance.
Qiao Hua had never seen Gu Wenze so weak. Even the last time he had been injured, it had not been this serious.
Just then, a phone rang beside her. It was Gu Wenze's phone. After he had been taken in for emergency treatment, his personal belongings had been handed to Qiao Hua for safekeeping.
The call was from the nanny. She did not yet know what had happened to Gu Wenze. She told Qiao Hua that the baby was crying at home and asked when they would be back.
Qiao Hua had almost forgotten that Gu Jinyang was still at home.
But she had no room to think about anything else now. Her mind was filled with Gu Wenze lying in intensive care. She said quietly, "Auntie Feng, something has