Injured people had low energy to begin with, and it was very difficult for them to maintain their consciousness. After Shen qianshu and ye Chu left, he was still thinking that Jack might come to the hospital.
They waited for half the night, but no one came.
At twoo' clock in the morning, a figure entered mu Yuan's room like a ghost and closed the door. He did not alert anyone, nor did he alert the people that Zhong ran brought. He just stood at the head of the bed.
Mu Yuan, who had counted the number of little lambs, had long fallen into a deep sleep due to the various drugs he had taken after the operation. Jack stood in front of his bed and looked at his stable vital signs. He finally heaved a sigh of relief.
Mu Yuan's hand was a little warm. Jack touched it gently and covered the back of his hand with one hand. He said with some difficulty,"I ... I'm sorry."
