A fashion queen

"Dad, what's wrong with you?" Cui Xueying's face was full of panic. She struggled to break free from Mo Yunting's warm and solid embrace, and rushed towards her father who was shaky and seemed about to fall to the ground in the next second.

"Cough... cough... cough!" Cui Yongyuan tried to speak to comfort his anxious daughter, but his body seemed to have lost control. He coughed continuously, and even gushed out large mouthfuls of blood.

Watching this scene, Cui Xueying's heart was instantly torn into countless pieces, tears pouring down like a flood, unable to stop. She stared wide-eyed at the shocking pool of blood her father vomited in disbelief, her entire body plunging into extreme panic.

She suddenly turned her head and looked at Mo Yunting beside her with eyes full of pleading and despair, shouting at the top of her lungs: "Yunting, call a doctor! What happened to my father? Why did he suddenly become like this? He was fine just now?" The trembling and fear in her voice were heartbreaking.

Without a moment's hesitation, Mo Yunting frantically fished his phone out of his pocket and, with trembling fingers, dialed the crucial emergency number. He was so anxious he could almost hear his own heartbeat. Then, he quickly stepped forward and tightly embraced Cui Xueying, who was on the verge of collapse and her body was teetering on the brink of collapse.

His voice was low and full of tenderness and sweetness, like the warmest spring breeze, gently brushing past Cui Xueying's ears: "Don't be afraid, Xueying, be brave! The doctors are on the way and will be here soon. Believe me, all the difficulties will pass, and everything will slowly get better." As he spoke, he gently patted Cui Xueying's back, trying to convey some warmth and strength to her, so that she could feel his firm support.

Meanwhile, Mo Yunting stared anxiously into the distance, silently praying for an ambulance to show up soon. He had originally planned to personally drive Cui Yongyuan to the hospital, but when he saw Cui Yongyuan suddenly collapse after a violent coughing fit, his eyes closed and motionless, he couldn't help but feel terrified—he feared that a careless mistake would only worsen the injury.

Time slipped slowly, each second feeling like a year, amidst anxiety and waiting. Just as everyone was about to lose hope, a sharp, piercing siren blared, splitting the dark night sky like a flash of lightning. Then, an ambulance, flashing red and blue lights, raced towards them like a whirlwind and stopped steadily in front of them.

As soon as the car stopped, the well-trained medical staff jumped out and skillfully and swiftly began the rescue work. They carefully lifted Cui Yongyuan from the ground and gently placed him on a stretcher. Then, without stopping, they got into the ambulance and sped towards the hospital. The wheels rolled, raising a cloud of dust as they drove away...

Mo Yunting and Cui Xueying followed closely behind the footsteps ahead, each step carrying a heavy burden, their hearts heavy. They remained silent the entire way, silently praying to the heavens, asking them to keep Cui Yongyuan safe and unharmed.

Upon arriving at the hospital, time seemed to slow down. Cui Yongyuan was quickly ushered into the tightly closed operating room, as if entering a mysterious realm where life and death hung in the balance. The corridor outside the operating room seemed long and silent, its only sound the relentless ticking of the wall clock, relentlessly hammering at everyone's tense nerves.

Cui Xueying slumped helplessly on the cold bench, her once delicate hands trembling slightly from exertion, clenched tightly. Her gaze never left the closed door of the operating room, as if by gazing intently, she could channel all her strength to her father, who was battling death inside. She kept muttering to herself, "Dad, you must be strong! You'll be fine... Mom's still waiting for you..."

Mo Yunting quietly stood by Cui Xueying's side, his eyes filled with worry and concern. Occasionally, he would gently reach out and carefully wipe away the tears that slipped quietly from Cui Xueying's eyes, offering her warm comfort and unwavering support in this silent way.

After a long, suffocating wait, the lights in the operating room finally dimmed, and the door that symbolized hope and despair slowly opened. The attending physician slowly walked out, his exhausted body, his face full of weariness.