"Tong Ran!"

Chen An rushed towards her in shock. Tong Ran felt heavy and light, and her whole body was so painful that she seemed to be about to fall apart. She looked in the direction where Mo Nanjue fell, but she couldn't see anything clearly...

***

The night is getting darker.

Tong Ran slept all day before she woke up. She opened her hazy eyes and saw snow-white eyes.

The nurse pushed the door open and said, "Are you awake?"

Tong Ran opened her mouth, her throat was hoarse, her back was so painful, and her hands were still wrapped in gauze. She wanted to sit up, "I..."

"Hey, you can't move," the nurse hurriedly walked over and pressed her shoulder, "You have to take good care of yourself now."

Tong Ran had to lie back. She looked at the bottle, her eyes were sore, "Mo Nanjue..."

"Young Master Jue is fine. Young Master An is taking care of him. Don't worry," the nurse slowed down her bits, "Don't get up, just ring the bell if you have anything to do."

Tong Ran suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, it was fine if it was okay...

She reached out and stroked her lower abdomen and closed her eyes.

She didn't ask about the child. Seeing this, the nurse thought she had misunderstood and quickly explained, "The baby is still there, but fortunately the chair hit your back, and it would be awesome if it hits your abdomen."

"Thank you."

Tong Ran opened her eyes, and her emotions did not fluctuate much. "When will I get out of bed?"

"I don't know much about this. I'll let Mr. An see you later," the nurse turned around and walked outside. "Miss Tong, you sleep for a while, and someone will send you a nutritional meal later."

The door was closed and the room returned to tranquility. Tong Ran raised his hand to press his forehead, feeling a split headache. DevilsKiss...

Is there really nothing I can do except Luo Xiao?

...

Intensive Care Unit.

Mo Nanjueping was lying on the hospital bed, his handsome face was pale. He was wearing an oxygen hood, his hands and feet were fixed by leather ropes, and a drop of liquid was inserted on the back of his right hand, reflecting his fair skin.

Chen An walked in wearing white clothes. He untied the leather rope, bent down, and pressed his collarbone with both hands, "Jue?"

Mo Nanjue did not respond. He frowned slightly, as if he was not sleeping soundly.

Chen An put his eyes on his right hand, and he pressed his wrist. His pulse was very weak. Chen An pulled out the drip and turned on the detector on the side.

The red lines shone along Mo Nanjue's side face. After the bed was telescopic and stretched, it pushed into the instrument. Chen An walked out of the ward and operated the computer outside to perform a full-body examination for him.

One hour later.

Chen An walked in and laid him a little bit again. Mo Nanjue's face did not improve and was still pale. Chen An covered his quilt over his shoulder, turned the air conditioner to a constant temperature before turning around and walking out.

The nurse knocked on the door and walked in with a sealed bag.

"Young Master An, this is the inspection report of Jue Young Master, Director Liu asked me to hand it over to you."

Chen An reached out to take it, his movements were a little anxious, his guess was infinitely enlarged, and even panic. He tore open the sealed bag and pulled out the A4 paper.

There are all professional terms written on it, and only professionals can understand it. Chen An glanced at a glance and flipped each one very quickly, looking for certain words.

When he turned to the last one, he suddenly stopped moving.

The nurse looked at his pale face in an instant and frowned in confusion, "Young Master An, what's wrong with you?"
Chapter completed!