A fashion queen

The doctor said softly with a serious expression: "Ms. Cui, please calm down first. After our best efforts, your father's condition has temporarily stabilized and is under effective control, but he still needs to continue to be closely observed and undergo a series of necessary follow-up treatment measures." Although this situation is not the most perfect outcome, it at least shows that Cui Yongyuan has temporarily escaped from the life-and-death danger, which undoubtedly gives Cui Xueying, who has been worried, some respite.

Upon hearing this news, Cui Xueying and Mo Yunting's hearts finally settled down. However, before they could fully relax, the doctor paused and continued, "However, I regretfully inform you of a fact—your father's condition is not optimistic. He has sustained multiple injuries, which are extremely serious, perhaps even fatal. Judging from his current condition, he will likely be confined to a wheelchair for daily life."

"In a wheelchair? That's impossible... Doctor, are you mistaken?" Cui Xueying stared at the doctor with wide eyes, a look of suspicion and disbelief. She couldn't accept this harsh reality. Not long ago, her father had been able to compete with ruthless enemies, fighting hand-to-hand and fiercely to protect her. Back then, he was so agile and majestic. How could such a strong body suddenly become so fragile that he was confined to a wheelchair? This was like a bolt from the blue for Cui Xueying, catching her off guard.

"Ms. Cui, please calm down. I fully understand the pain and suffering you're going through right now. However, this is a cruel reality! Your father's survival after a near-death experience is truly a blessing in disguise." The doctor sighed heavily and continued, "The long recovery process ahead is equally crucial and will be costly. Therefore, I hope you can adjust your mindset and be fully prepared."

Hearing this, Cui Xueying burst into tears, tears pouring out of her eyes like a broken dam. She tightly grasped Mo Yunting's hand and said in a trembling voice, "What should I do, Yunting..."

Mo Yunting gently patted her shoulder, which was trembling slightly from crying, and said softly, "Don't be afraid, dear. No matter what happens, I will always be by your side and never leave you. Besides, your family is my family too, there is no doubt about that. Have you forgotten? Don't forget that we are already engaged, so please believe me, no matter what the cost or how much money it costs, I will do my best to cure your uncle's illness."

Looking at this affectionate and resolute man in front of her, Cui Xueying was deeply moved. With gratitude in her eyes, she said, "Thank you so much, Yun Ting."

Mo Yunting's lips curled up slightly, revealing a heartwarming smile. He responded, "Silly girl, do we really need to be so distant with each other? The most important task right now is to help Uncle regain his health as soon as possible. To that end, I will surely arrange the best medical team and professional nurses to take care of him. You can just relax."

After finishing his words, Mo Yunting turned away resolutely, his steps firm and powerful, as if each step carried with it the expectation and responsibility for the future. He hurried to the doctor's office, ready to discuss in depth the specific treatment plan for Cui's father.

Cui Xueying quietly gazed at his receding figure. His broad shoulders, straight spine, and steady, confident steps brought an indescribable warmth and hope to her heart. She knew that as long as Mo Yunting was there, all difficulties would be easily overcome.

At this moment, Cui Xueying remained by her father's bedside, tears streaming silently like pearls from a broken string. She clutched her father's pale, wrinkled hands, her heart aching with pain. Deep down, she silently prayed, "Dear Dad, please get well soon! And Mom, she's still in a coma, and she desperately needs you by her side! Dad..."