Descending the stairs, she was somewhat disoriented.
The person in her memories was seldom ill, as if nothing could ever defeat him; he was always the victor, and she had never imagined that one day he would come so close to death.
The doctor sounded optimistic, but she still discerned some troubling information.
"The success rate is very high" also meant that there was a possibility of failure, and the liver is a vital organ of the human body. If the surgery failed...
She had resented him, hated him, but she had never imagined losing him...
"Madam!" Lin Zifan approached the steps. "What's wrong?!"
"Zifan," Chu Xinning grasped his hand, "Take me back to the hotel, quickly."
"Alright."
Sensing something was off in her expression, Lin Zifan didn't dare to linger; he hurriedly helped her into the back seat and started the car.
...
...
In the hotel guest room.
