Although Alvin hasn’t truly left, he is still facing a life-threatening situation, battling against the Grim Reaper.
The two entered, Li Hui and Nangong Tiancheng also approached, they clearly heard Nangong Lin call the King and Queen mom and dad, indicating that Nangong Lin had already made up her mind in her heart, regardless of Alvin’s fate...
"Let’s go in and take a look too." Li Hui held Nangong Lin’s hand, finding it icy cold.
"Yes." Nangong Lin nodded, her throat choked and hoarse, "I happened to have something to tell you all."
Nangong Lin wanted to say something, Li Hui and Nangong Tiancheng already guessed it in their hearts.
Li Hui nodded, directly acknowledging it.
Nangong Tiancheng also had nothing to say, despite his heartache for his daughter, he still supported her every decision.
The Queen and King entered the intensive care unit and saw Alvin lying so pale on the bed, the equipment buzzing, making one feel a chill on the skin.
Their beloved son at this moment was like a lifeless doll, lying there in ruins.
Perhaps they would never hear him sing again, see him dance again, see him stand dazzlingly on stage, glowing brightly.
Their hearts twisted painfully.
"Alvin, my son!" The Queen cried out as she rushed forward, but dared not touch him, only looking at him sadly, tears streaming uncontrollably.
"Son, mommy is here, can you hear me talking?" The Queen wiped her tears, "If you can hear mommy, please respond with a sound, will you? Move your finger or blink, let mommy see, mommy knows you can definitely hear, right?"
The Queen kept looking at Alvin, fearing she might miss even the slightest movement.
However, even as she stared intently at Alvin, he remained motionless.
The King and Queen were also shocked.
The Queen hurriedly wiped away her tears, reaching out to pull Nangong Lin, "Xiaolin, get up quickly, it’s not your fault, it’s all my fault!"
The Queen said as she cried.
Nangong Lin looked up at the Queen, who loved her dearly, but at this moment was crying so sadly, which made her extremely sorrowful as well.
She hurriedly said, "It’s not your fault, it’s all my fault, all my fault."
The King took a deep breath, "Enough, no one can be blamed, we can only pray, pray that Alvin will be alright this time."
Saying such words out loud, but the King couldn’t help shedding a tear, a man in his forties or fifties instantly seemed to have aged several years.

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