On the way to the hospital, Mo Yesi called Lu Rao.
After a few rings, Lu Rao picked up and said feebly, "Young Master Mo, if it's about your emotional consultation, let's talk another day. Or maybe you can find me after letting me sleep for a few hours."
Mo Yesi caressed the soft hair of the young girl in his arms and snorted. "Why, were you overworked last night?"
Lu Rao: "… F*ck you! I just came out of the operating room, okay? You can try having an operation for ten hours and see how it feels! I'm as tired as a dog. No, no, even dogs are not as tired as me!"
Mo Yesi had no fluctuations in his heart as he listened to his good brother's complaints.
"I don't care whether you have become a dog, you just have to spare an hour for me. I'm bringing Mianmian to the hospital now, and I will reach within ten minutes. She was injured, so you should take a look."
Qiao Mianmian was speechless.
