It Was a Critical Condition Notice

Tang Beibei lifted Song Zhou's clothes and looked at the deteriorating wound, which was somewhat ulcerated. She quickly patted Song Zhou's face.

"Song Zhou, wake up, wake up!"

Song Zhou opened his eyes in a daze. "What's wrong?"

"Now, you have to hold your wife's hand. You can't let go. Think about it, you can't let go of yourself."

Song Zhou's gaze was a little unfocused. He tried his best to see Ruan Qi sleeping next to him. The corners of his pale lips curled up.

"I won't let go. I can't bear to let go."

The doctor came over and measured the temperature of his forehead with the back of his hand. The temperature was rising.

"Get ready to go to the operating room. Clean his wound and detoxify him!"

Jiang Jingchen pushed open the ward door to the operating room and wanted to carry Ruan Qi away.

Song Zhou shook his head and begged, "Young Master, don't. Keep it quiet. Don't wake her up."

"You're having surgery."