Shen Luo’an Is Not In The Capital

Guan Yanhong wasn't much calmer than he had been before. He rushed up and grabbed the doctor by his collar as he hollered in fury, "I don't care what you have to do, but my daughter cannot die! Do you hear me? She mustn't die!"

Guan Yanhong was clearly in an unstable mental state. At his roar, the doctors and nurses dashed forward to pry his hands open. The people standing behind him held him back.

Upon being released, the doctor gave a sigh of relief and said, "I cannot guarantee anything. It'll all depend on the patient's will to live, as well as the environment for her recovery. If you continue making such a ruckus, and the patient is unable to rest well, it's hard to predict what might happen."

Guan Yanhong could barely be restrained. This was his only daughter, and his only pillar of emotional support. She could be gone in the blink of an eye. For him, it was like a lightning strike in a clear blue sky.