Yin Sichen's hands trembled as he reached out to check Qin Zhizhi's breathing. Her weak breath caused the heavy stone weighing on his heart to drop slightly, though the burden remained. With the greatest speed of his life, he rushed Qin Zhizhi to the hospital.
The red light of the operating room, resembling a bloodthirsty beast, radiated a suffocating sense of oppression. Yin Sichen paced back and forth anxiously outside the door, every tick of the clock striking like a blow to his heart. Self-blame and fear surged like a tide, nearly consuming him.
"It's all my fault, it's all my fault! If I had arrived a little earlier, she wouldn't have..." he murmured in painful, low tones. In his mind, Qin Zhizhi's pale complexion and weak voice flashed continuously, making his heart ache as if pierced by knives.
Chapter 93