The most tragic thing in this world is to fall at the very last second, just as victory seems assured.
Zhao Lin dodged the drone as it fell toward him, but the drone struck the handle of the ice pick protruding from his chest...
Watching Zhao Lin on the livestream, his hand reaching desperately into the air as if to grab onto something, Yan Ziruo felt tears welling up in her eyes.
On the screen, the emergency personnel who had been following behind with a gurney saw that something was wrong. They immediately rushed forward, moved the swaying Zhao Lin onto the gurney, and started sprinting toward the hospital.
"Feifan, the hospital is so close. There's still hope, right?"
Yan Feifan met his sister's hopeful gaze and said perfunctorily, "Yes, there's still some hope."
"Alright, stop watching the livestream."
Yan Feifan took the phone from his sister's hand, turned off the livestream, and added, "It's getting late. Let's get going..."
