Her head was deeply buried in her knees, and soon, she heard her own muffled sobs.
She dared not cry out loud, fearing that Tang Song would hear, afraid to disturb him.
But she was so sad that if she didn't cry, she felt she would die of grief.
Outside the emergency room in the corridor, she was all alone, isolated, very desolate.
After an unknown period, the door to the emergency room burst open, and a nurse rushed out, shouting, "Who is the relative of the patient, who is the relative of the patient!"
Mo Ran snapped back to reality, her mind buzzing, thinking something had happened to Tang Song.
"I am!" she tried to stand up, but it took several attempts to steady herself.
"The patient has lost too much blood, and he urgently needs a blood transfusion. Our hospital's blood bank no longer has his blood type in stock. What is your relation to him, is your blood type the same as his?"