At those words, Weng Fenghua nearly fainted.
With trembling hands, the Old Master took several fast-acting heart pills, barely keeping himself from ending up in the emergency room too.
Gu Junxing's heart raced. He stood rooted to the spot, unable to collect himself for a long time.
Although he and his older brother were at odds over Qiao Hua, he still respected him.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Qiao Hua standing there in a daze, her face deathly pale and her body trembling faintly. She looked like a blossom suddenly battered by a rainstorm, her fragility stirring a sense of pity.
It was the first time Gu Junxing had ever seen Qiao Hua react like this. Worried, he asked, "Qiao Hua, what's wrong?"
Qiao Hua came back to her senses and blinked hard, her expression going blank for a few seconds.
After a long while, she said calmly, "Nothing."
Gu Junxing had expected her to cry or break down, not to remain so composed. He would rather she let her emotions out than bottle them up.
Seeing her like this only made him more worried. "Are you all right?"
Qiao Hua forced a smile at him. "Of course I am."
Gu Junxing pressed his lips together, then said hesitantly, "If you want to cry, go ahead. I won't tell anyone."
The corners of Qiao Hua's eyes reddened, but her rosy lips curved into a lovely smile. She turned toward the intensive care unit before her and murmured to herself, "I won't cry. Gu Wenze promised me he would stay alive."
Once Gu Wenze's condition stabilized, he was transferred to a regular ward. Yet he still showed no signs of waking up.
The Old Master specially brought in a renowned brain specialist from abroad, but even that