He was the one who used her as bait, but he didn't care that she might get hurt, nor did he expect Su Qingtian to be so ruthless. Speaking of guilt...
Mo Beiyan never understood what guilt was since he was a child.
He didn't want to understand either; such emotions that easily led to being controlled were unnecessary for him.
Mo Beiyan slightly lowered his head, his wine-red strands of hair covering the subtle fluctuations in his eyes.
The doctor glanced at him, feeling inexplicably saddened, but said nothing more and turned to walk back into the operating room.
In less than ten minutes, Moo Huantong was wheeled out.
Her head was wrapped in gauze, she wore an oxygen mask on her mouth, was on an IV drip, with her right leg wrapped in white bandages and elevated.
It was clear she was severely injured...
