Chapter 155 Intentional

Zhou Weizhen had worked in the hospital for many years, and it could be said that she had seen all the complexities of human nature, especially at the door of the operating room, where human nature is always at its most complex, with some hoping for life and others for death...

But right now, looking at the young man's expression in front of her, Zhou Weizhen still felt a prick of conscience.

What kind of expression was that?

His hands tightly gripped the bed rail, as if clinging to a last lifeline, his hands taut with veins sticking out due to his grip.

His lips had little color, pursed tightly. His eyes were bloodshot, not just threaded with blood; they seemed as if they had been dyed with it.

He seemed unable to hear Zhou Weizhen's words, his eyes unable to see anyone else.

He just stared at the bed where Su Lu lay.

He kept staring, as if he wanted to etch her into his soul, but actually, he had already engraved her there.