Qiao Nian stood at the door for a while before entering and looking at the person lying on the bed.
The ventilator covered half of Ji Lingfeng's face. His eyes were tightly shut, and there was stubble on his chin. His arrogant and calm self from when they first met was nowhere to be seen. He looked like another sick and dispirited person.
Qiao Nian looked at his hospital gown and his skinny arms.
She stayed at the door for a minute before turning around and saying, "I'm leaving."
Zhong Yiliu was still asking about the follow-up treatment with Ji Lingfeng's other chief surgeon. Seeing Qiao Nian come out so quickly, he asked, "Aren't you going to stay for a while more?"
Qiao Nian's eyes were calm beneath her pulled-down baseball cap. "There's nothing to stay for."
Zhong Yiliu didn't know what to say and just waved his hand. "Go. Leave quickly… Otherwise, I'll have a headache when I see you!"
