"An Ning, you..." Mo Qiange wanted to persuade her, but when he saw her firm expression in the rearview mirror, he sighed and gave up.

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The entire floor of the intensive care unit has been cleaned, and except for the nurses on duty, few people move around.

In the corridor, there is her familiar bodyguard in black standing upright.[

Luo Anning walked slowly, with Lu Momo and Mo Qiange walking beside her. The closer they got to Mo Xiyan's ward, the more bodyguards there were.

"Young Mistress..." When the bodyguards saw her, they hesitated to speak and looked very embarrassed.

Luo Anning took a deep breath and bit her lip tightly. Some thoughts flashed through her heart quickly and disappeared in an instant.

She stubbornly refused to think deeply and walked towards the ward with firm steps. Lu Momo, who was heartless, could also tell that something was wrong with the atmosphere.

Carefully pulling down Mo Qiange's sleeve, she asked him with her eyes: What's wrong?

Mo Qiange glanced at Luo Anning's thin back thoughtfully, lowered her head and said, "It's okay."

Are you okay?

I hope so.

In fact, Mo Xiyan woke up last night and was very excited after learning that her right hand was disabled.

Even wanted to commit suicide.

After Rong Yan learned about it, he immediately rushed to comfort her. He was a nostalgic person, not to mention that he had such an unforgettable relationship with Mo Xiyan.

Just because she saved Luo Anning this time, Rong Yan couldn't help but want to express his gratitude.

And Mo Xiyan has no friends or relatives in S city, so the job of taking care of her naturally falls on him.

Mo Qiange knew all of this, but An Ning didn't.

She thought Rong Yan was having a meeting in the company and was too busy to get out of his way.

If she could be more willful and ask Rong Yan to take her out of the hospital, she could avoid being exposed to that scene later.

Mo Qiange sighed in his heart, it was because he knew how stubborn she was that he didn't stop her when she asked to see Mo Xiyan.

He couldn't stop her, let alone reject her, right?

In a high-end ward next to the intensive care unit, Mo Xiyan's painful cries faintly leaked out through the unclosed door.[

Even though Luo Anning was also a woman, she couldn't help but be moved by that voice.

"You all go away, I don't want to see you, leave me alone... Go away!" Mo Xiyan growled heartbreakingly.

Rong Yan's anxious voice immediately sounded: "Xi Yan, that's enough! Your hand can definitely be cured, and I will find an expert to help you treat it. Now, can you take a good rest? Can you stop making trouble?"

"No, you lied to me. I am a doctor myself. No one knows better than me whether this hand is useless or not." Mo Xiyan screamed in despair: "My right hand is disabled, how can I calm down? I am

Doctor, how can I be qualified to be a doctor if I can’t hold a scalpel..."

"Okay, don't cry. I will cure you. I will definitely...believe me, don't cry."

The voices of the two gradually became quieter. Through the crack in the door, Luo Anning saw Rong Yan hugging Mo Xiyan tightly, as if he had hugged her a thousand times.

You know he is here, you know it, but why do you still come in?

When she saw those bodyguards, she should stop and leave, right?
Chapter completed!