Fan Qiyun, who had just walked out of the emergency room, heard this and stared fiercely at the man in front of her, who was both familiar and unfamiliar at this moment: "Fan Qi's condition is very serious. Are you just going to give up on this son?"
"If you don't sign this critical condition notice, no one will save him. If he really dies, it's your fault, it's your own hands that killed your son."
"Child's father, just sign it!" Mrs. Fan was a bit flustered at this moment.
It's been over twenty minutes since Fan Qi was sent into the emergency room, and although she didn't know what was happening inside, she knew that even if Fan Qiyun hated them, she wouldn't joke around with someone's life.
"If you want to sign, you sign. I'm not signing."
"Sign it, and you'll have to pay for it yourself."
