"What's wrong with my mother?" The moment he arrived at the hospital, he quickly stopped a doctor to ask.

He was so anxious that his whole face was flushed and his eyes were bloodshot.

The doctor had just completed an emergency operation and looked a little tired. After some time, he finally said, "The patient is in a very critical condition since this is the recurrence of her coronary heart disease had caused a cerebral infarction. She is at risk of becoming paralyzed, so please be mentally prepared for that. I'll also need you to sign the operation agreement papers."

The doctor spoke frankly and Mo Yixuan was left standing like a statue after he finished speaking.

He closed his eyes in pain and his chest rose and fell rapidly as though he was about to faint at any moment.

Yang Mingyu quickly reached out to steady him.

If he were to faint at this time, then it would only make the situation worse.

"Yixuan, you have to calm down and you'd first have to look after your mother well."

Mo Yixuan opened his eyes and his eyes that were like black jade were full of anxiety and rage.

He had forcefully suppressed his rage but it seemed like it was about to explode at any time.

He leaned against the wall of the corridor and his heart raced wildly as though it was about to jump out of his chest.

He waved at Wu Xiaomin and gestured for her to come closer.

"Go home immediately and pluck out a few strands of that child's hair. I want you to do it right now."

Then, he placed his hand on his forehead. He felt like his head was about to split open from the pain.

Yang Mingyu looked at him with concern and he was very worried about his friend. The news was like a double whammy that came out of nowhere and he was worried that Mo Yixuan wouldn't be able to handle the shock and succumb to illness.

"Are you alright?" He looked at Mo Yixuan with a frown.

Mo Yixuan shook his head but his face was extremely pale.

"Mingyu, I want you to contact Wang Jun and ask him to find out where exactly Xia Yuwei is right now. Tell him to find her no matter where she is."

If the report showed that Mo Ye wasn't his child, he would definitely beat her to death.

Then, Mo Yixuan clenched his fists tightly and the hatred in his eyes could no longer be suppressed and looked like a volcano that was about to erupt anytime soon.

Wu Xiaomin returned home to hear the child wailing loudly. He cried so pitifully that even she felt very sympathetic toward him.

The 10-month-old child didn't know what was going on but he saw his grandmother fall to the ground and saw that she was carried away.

He didn't know how to talk so he could only cry, and cry loudly with all his might.

He cried until his small face was completely red.

"You're finally home, Xiaomin. What's going on? The child just keeps crying and refuses to drink both milk and water."

Wu Xiaomin shook her head in irritation, then she went to pluck a few strands of hair from the child's head.

"I don't know either. Look after him at home since I'll have to make another trip to the hospital."

"Is the Madame alright?" Lin Yanyan asked.

"The situation doesn't look good. Before I returned, I overheard the doctor saying that she could be paralyzed."

Then, Wu Xiaomin left in a hurry and left Lin Yanyan alone with Mo Ye who had been crying for a long while.

It was 4 AM the next day by the time Li Qin was wheeled out of the operating room.

Her breathing was shallow and her face was pale when she emerged from her surgery. She looked listlessly at the ceiling and opened her mouth, her lips trembling sometimes but she wasn't able to speak.

She looked as though she had aged 10 years in a day and she was a shadow of the proud and domineering woman she used to be.

The monitors by her bed displayed her heart rate, blood pressure, and other vital signs. Although she was no longer in critical condition, her illness this time seemed to have sucked the life out of her. She wasn't even able to move the lower half of her body and it was as though she had lost all sensation at that area.