Qiao Luhua's face turned pale in an instant, and her figure staggered as she took a step back.
"Dead? Shengsheng... is dead? How could this be... It's impossible."
The doctor, accustomed to life and death, sighed upon seeing this: "I'm sorry, by the time we got her on the ambulance, the patient had already lost her heartbeat and pulse. The man who was in the car accident with her, with his remaining consciousness, grabbed the paramedic's hand, insisting that we save her first. To encourage his will to live, we agreed, but in fact, she was already dead at the scene. Her body is now in the morgue for her family to claim. Please, accept my condolences."
Tears streamed down Qiao Luhua's face, and she seemed to age considerably in an instant.
"What are we to do? Shengsheng died trying to save Erbao. If he finds out, he will go mad."
