บท 42: Chapter 40: Her Funeral

"Uncle Sang, how's Sister Qian?" Wen Xu asked anxiously. 

Sang Minglang went up to him. "Dad, what did Qianqian say?" 

Sang Pengcheng looked at Shen Hanyu with a complicated gaze. "She didn't say anything. She just told us not to worry." 

He walked slowly to the bench and sat down. He lowered his head and said no more, looking extremely sad. 

The air felt heavy again. 

In the middle of the night, the monitoring equipment in the ICU suddenly screamed. Then came the panicked footsteps of the nurse and doctor. 

Sang Qianqian was pushed into the emergency room for emergency treatment again. This time, however, she never woke up. 

"The stab wound was too close to the patient's heart. I'm sorry, but we did our best." When the doctor's words fell into his ears, every word was like a thunderclap. Shen Hanyu's heart shook and shattered. 

Wen Xu threw himself beside the bed and cried like a child.