The lights in the emergency room were still on, and Tong Wenya's heart was being fiercely pulled.
On one side, Soong Chengsi was still fighting with Death, on the other side, her child might also be on the verge of death.
Chunyu Chen was about to disappear at the end of the corridor. Tong Wenya gritted her teeth. Mother love had the upper hand in the end.
"Please, Nangong Zhe. Please wait until he wakes up before leaving. Help me take a few photos of him and send them to me. Please!"
"Okay, go." Nangong Zhe said indifferently.
Tong Wenya did not have time to stop. She ran to the elevator and caught up with Chunyu Chen.
At least she had some conscience and some humanity. She did not think that wild man was more important than her child.
Chunyu Chen's face was still dark. He did not even look at her, as if he did not force her to follow him.