"Dr. Gong, hurry up! The patient is about to die!!" the nurse urged Gong Shirao.
Gong Shirao glanced in the direction of the elevator and had to quicken her steps toward the operating room, though her mind was elsewhere.
He's still in a wheelchair, he just had surgery not long ago, yet he went all out to save Ou Yimo...
Some things, some people, perhaps, he just thought they no longer mattered, but in reality, they were very important...
Yan Ziyan stood at the door of the ward, looking at Gong Shirao's back, then at Zhan Nanjue's back. The two were heading in opposite directions, while he stood in the middle, watching them drift further away, unable to help.
No, he couldn't just sit here and wait for disaster.
Even though Zhan Nanjue was in a wheelchair, meeting the kidnappers was a dangerous affair with little chance of a good outcome, how could he feel at ease!?
"Young Master Yan, where are you going!"
