C115 Slap

In another ward in the same hospital, a blinding white light shone through the window, illuminating the restless man in the bed.

He gripped the white bedsheet tightly, his veins bulging. It was as if he was engaged in a fierce struggle with some illness or nightmare.

"Xue... Xue... Xue... Snow... " "Don't leave me, don't... Snow!!"

Xue Qijing, who was lying in a coma on the hospital bed