A fashion queen

"Wait, I'll go with you," Mo Yunting shouted, quickening his pace to follow Cui Xueying closely. The two of them looked nervous and hurried, as if driven by an invisible force, as they rushed straight towards the hospital.

Along the way, Cui Xueying's heart felt like a heavy lead weight, sinking continuously. Each step felt like treading on cotton, soft and powerless, yet she dared not pause for a moment, only gritting her teeth and desperately moving forward. Mo Yunting stood silently by her side, like a steady mountain. Though he said nothing, his resolute gaze occasionally conveyed a hint of warmth and comfort, bringing some soothing comfort to Cui Xueying's nearly broken heart.

Finally arriving at the hospital, they rushed to the emergency room without stopping. As they approached, Cui Xueying saw her father pacing anxiously in the emergency room hallway, his face filled with worry and worry. She quickly rushed forward and asked with a trembling voice, "Dad, how is Mom?"

Cui Yongyuan raised his head, tears glistening in his eyes, and answered in a low and sad voice: "It's not clear yet... From the time I called you until now, the doctors have been doing their best to rescue you." After saying this, he sighed deeply, and looked extremely haggard.

Upon hearing this, Cui Xueying's heart tightened, tears instantly blurring her eyes. She struggled to raise her head, staring at the closed emergency room door. Her hands unconsciously clenched into fists, and she silently prayed, praying to God to bless her mother and ensure her safety during this difficult time. At the same time, she suppressed her grief and said to her father, "Dad, please sit down and rest for a while. I'll be here to watch over you."

Mo Yunting took in all of this, and seeing Cui Xueying's anxious expression, his heart ached. He reached out and gently patted her shoulder, softly soothing her, "Don't worry too much. Auntie is blessed with good fortune, and she'll be fine. I'm sure the doctors will do their best to treat her." These words were like a spring breeze brushing against Cui Xueying's ears, relaxing her tense nerves a little. However, she still couldn't completely dispel her inner fear and worry, and could only continue to wait in agony for a miracle.

Not long after, the door to the emergency room, which had been tightly shut for so long, as if separating two worlds, slowly opened, and a doctor in a white coat stepped out. Seeing this, Cui Xueying and her father hurried forward, their faces filled with anxiety, eagerly asking the doctor about their mother's current condition.

The doctor's expression was particularly solemn. He took a deep breath and said, "After diligent resuscitation efforts, the patient is no longer in danger of death, but she will need to remain in the hospital for observation and treatment for a period of time. You may visit her in the ward now, but please remember not to disturb her recovery."

Hearing these words, Cui Xueying's heart, which had been hanging high in the air, finally settled down a little. Filled with gratitude, she turned her gaze to Mo Yunting, who was silently accompanying her, and then followed the doctor into the ward with her father.

But just at this moment, a sudden ringing of his cell phone shattered the brief moment of peace. Mo Yunting pulled out his phone and saw an urgent message from the company on the screen – he had to rush back to the office to handle an important matter!

Gazing at the pale, exhausted woman before him—Cui Xueying—his heart felt like it was being gnawed by a thousand ants, a torment of pain and entanglement. Deep within, countless emotions tangled together, forming an unsolvable tangle. It was a tangle of endless conflict and struggle, punctuated by an inextricable attachment. However, after careful consideration, he finally gritted his teeth, made up his mind, and resolutely turned and left.

Before leaving, he repeatedly told Cui Xueying to contact him without hesitation if she encountered any difficult problems or needed help. Every word he said was filled with deep concern and worry, as if he was afraid of missing something important.

"Okay, go take care of your business first. Don't worry about this. I'll take care of myself. It's okay, really!" Cui Xueying responded in a trembling voice, fighting back the tears that threatened to fall. She nodded gratefully, her eyes following Mo Yunting's retreating figure until he completely disappeared from sight.

After Mo Yunting had completely left, Cui Xueying slowly took her first steps, her movements as light as a feather dropping to the ground. She walked slowly to the bedside, then stood silently, her eyes fixed on her mother lying there. Her mother's face was as pale as paper, lifeless, and the traces of pain and suffering were everywhere. Watching this scene, Cui Xueying's heart ached, tears streaming down her cheeks like beads from a broken string...