"You should thank the person who donated blood. It's rare to find someone so kind without leaving a name these days." The doctor smiled, taking off his mask and hat, and turned to walk outside.
She was frozen there.
The doctor's words were like a cold shower, instantly extinguishing the happiness and joy that had just ignited in her heart.
She stood for a while longer, and Nangong Yaoling was pushed out from inside.
He was lying on the bed, receiving an IV infusion, with a head wrap and bandages, his handsome face lacked the usual dominance and sharpness, instead, it had a touch of gentle appeal.
Xia Xiaonuan stared at this face, still strikingly handsome despite the injuries, suddenly feeling a sense of surrealism. It was as if the person in front of her wasn't the Nangong Yaoling she knew.
Nangong Zhongli and Nangong Feihong both rushed over, accompanying the doctor to escort Nangong Yaoling to the ward.
