The doctor shook his head after speaking, seeing Abel's shocked expression, he didn't say anything more, and turned to leave.
Lying on the bed, Abel's eyes fixed on the ceiling, as if he was frozen in place, motionless, not even blinking.
But tears quietly flowed down the corners of his eyes; in the face of life, everything is fragile, and life is undoubtedly the most fragile of all.
However, as a person like Abel, how could he be willing to concede just like this? To survive.
He picked up the phone and attempted to contact Ergou. With his reputation, he soon found Ergou's contact information.
"Hello, who is this?"
A relaxed voice came from the other end of the phone, accompanied by a woman's coquettish voice, creating a harmonious scene that filled Abel's eyes with hatred.
"It's me..."
Abel dragged his hoarse voice, using all his exhausted strength.
Ergou quickly guessed.
"You still have the face to call me?"
Ergou said that and was just about to hang up the phone.
