When he entered, the doctors and nurses all turned their heads, drawn toward his strong aura.
Mo Jingshen was still dressed in the same clothes. Although his shirt was slightly stained by the blood from Ji Nuan's forehead, he did not appear disheveled at all.
They looked at the cold, handsome, and tall man and noticed his grim and cold expression. All of the doctors and nurses were frightened by his icy gaze. After all, Miss Ji had already been sent in for more than ten minutes, yet none of them had managed to help her clean her wounds.
"S-Sir… Miss Ji refuses to let us touch her…," one of the doctors said. "Her emotions are extremely unstable. We're worried that if we try to touch her, she will feel more panic and shock… what should we…"
Mo Jingshen glanced at the people surrounding Ji Nuan. His thin lips pursed coldly, and his long legs stretched forward, taking big steps forward.
