Before she often didn't recognize people, her mind was already unstable.
Zhang Juan seemed to know her time was near, "You're my son, how could I not recognize you?"
Su Chengxuan tightly gripped her hand, placing it on his face, "Mom, you're finally awake, you're going to be fine."
Zhang Juan wanted to say something more, but a sharp pain in her chest, like something was blocking it, left her breathless.
She started coughing violently, and Su Chengxuan gently patted her chest, "Mom, how are you?"
Zhang Juan coughed so hard her face turned red, like old liver, and suddenly a mouthful of fresh blood spurted out, staining her white hospital gown.
Su Chengxuan was shocked and quickly pressed the emergency button.
The doctor responsible for Zhang Juan came in quickly, checked her, and gently shook his head, "If you have anything to say, say it quickly."
The patient's vital signs were still declining, her condition wasn't optimistic to begin with.
