Ziyan scratched his head awkwardly.
"But this time, it's really urgent!" Ziyan glanced at the door, seeing that Shirao had already run out, and quickly walked over to Nanjue, whispering a few words in his ear.
Zhan Nanjue's face grew increasingly grim...
His hands instinctively gripped the wheelchair, his whole body feeling as if he were in an ice cellar.
On the other side.
Shirao was already running out of the ward with her head down.
Just as she reached the doorway, she saw Cheng Zijin coming toward her.
"Shirao, I've finally found you; there's something I feel I must tell you! Come on, let's find a place where no one is around to talk."
"What is it?" Shirao could see that Cheng Zijin was very flustered, and without asking more, quickly followed Cheng Zijin's steps.
Cheng Zijin pulled Shirao to a deserted place, closed all the doors and windows tightly, and whispered to Shirao, "Shirao, do you remember a few days ago when you were hit with a lethal dose of a sedative?"
