The air was thick with the sterile scent of disinfectant, illuminated by sickly, pale lights. Ling Lu felt as though she had been cursed with bad luck; ever since her rebirth, she seemed to spend half her life in hospitals. She had only just been discharged, yet here she was again.
"Xuancheng, what happened to my son?"
Mother Ling rushed into the corridor, her gait hurried and frantic. Lin Yueru’s face was pale with alarm, her hair disheveled—all signs of the poised, dignified socialite she usually embodied had vanished. At this moment, she was nothing more than an ordinary mother terrified for her child.
Chapter 119