"Young Master..." The driver stopped the car in shock and carefully spoke, "Then, we, we now..."
Mo Nanjue closed his eyes, the cruelty in them fully swallowed back, he supported his forehead with his elbow, his voice hoarse, "Still go to the Second Hospital."
Outside the ward, Luo Xiao listened to the beeping sound from the phone, he squinted his eyes, looking at the time, seven nineteen.
He turned and walked into the ward, picked up Tong Ran horizontally from the bed. She was very light, he hardly needed to use any strength. Luo Xiao looked at the small face in his arms, his cruel gaze slightly softened.
He carried Tong Ran downstairs and placed her in the car. After arriving at the Second Hospital, he brought Tong Ran into a regular ward on the seventh floor, set her down, instructed the nurse, and then drove away.
