In the empty space.
The heavy footsteps echoed, lingering for a long time.
Jiang Ruan's eyelashes hung low, she seemed listless, her pupils were unfocused, they never concentrated. She walked step by step into the operating room, this process seemed to require all her strength.
Gradually.
The scene of the operating table came into view, bloodstained gauze everywhere, the lights were all off, two operating tables were put together, two bodies covered with white cloth.
Only the already pale, bloodless faces were left.
The eyes would never open again.
Jiang Ruan took a deep breath.
She held onto the door frame, her legs and hands were trembling, but the expression on her face never changed.
Dragging her legs, she went over.
Standing in front of the operating table, she looked down at Yuan Xiuqin lying on the bed, her lips were blue, her face was extremely pale, there were faint shadows under her eyes, those once loving eyes, could no longer be opened.
"Mom."