บท 207: Who's The Father?*

Rui Ye did not die.

He miraculously didn't die, but he was indeed teetering on the brink of death when Mother Rui rushed him to the clinic in the middle of the night, shocking the middle-aged doctor who had been prepared to rest. 

No, 'shock' was too mild a word to describe Doctor Ma's emotions when he saw them. For a moment, he even thought he had encountered a vengeful ghost. 

In the ward, the soothing fragrance of incense spread out, mingling with the distinct smell of medicine and thick stench of blood. On the bed lay a small, motionless body whose eyes were covered in white bandages stained with crimson specks. His lips were bloodless, and his complexion was paler than a corpse. Were it not for the subtle rise and fall of his chest, one might have doubted whether he was truly alive.