Beep—
The heart monitor emitted a prolonged sound, and the screen turned into a straight line...
All the resuscitation efforts were forced to halt...
Gong Shirao felt Ou Yimo's hand, which was gripping her palm, powerlessly slacken.
Trembling, she reached her fingers towards Ou Yimo's nose, seeming unable to detect any breath...
Her pupils contracted, unable to react for a long time.
"Dr. Gong, we tried our best."
It was unclear who said this beside her.
She remained wooden, with no response.
She had never imagined that one day someone would die at her hands; she watched Ou Yimo die in front of her eyes, yet she was powerless...
Did she give it her all?
Yes, she gave it her all!
But why, despite her utmost efforts, couldn't she save the person she wanted to?
Just like the pigeon she wanted to save when she was young.
She thought she was strong, but actually, she was tiny and fragile.
She even forgot that now she couldn't even protect herself...
