After being rushed to the hospital, William Cole was immediately given full resuscitation efforts.
But everyone knew, it was all in vain, his internal organs were shattered, his heart abruptly stopped, no matter how they tried to rescue him, it was a path straight to death.
Ruth Dawn waited outside the operating room, tears pouring uncontrollably, she was emotionally distraught.
"Ruth, stop crying. Those who are alive need to live on!" An old woman came over and softly consoled her.
In her heart, she didn't have much feeling for William Cole, after all, today was her first time meeting him.
But it was different for Ruth Dawn. The old woman had high expectations for Ruth, especially for the unborn child Ruth was carrying, whom the old woman was cultivating to be the future Saint Master.
Ruth Dawn sat over there, without uttering a word.
"I'm sorry, madam, we did our best!"