C397 The Identity of Being Replaced

The night in the hospital was quiet and depressing. In the corridor, Tang Jiajia's tears could not stop. Xue Wanqing looked and only sighed silently.

The lights in the operating theater were on and no one knew when it would go out.

Time turned into a sharp knife and sliced through the heart inch by inch.

Ning Qifeng sat for a while and the phone in his pocket rang