The person lying on the hospital bed had their eyes tightly closed, their face deathly pale, devoid of any signs of life.
At this moment, Mo Zhixuan truly felt like killing someone. He fiercely pushed Song Shiqin aside, strode to the bedside, removed the oxygen mask from her face, and directly carried her horizontally into his arms, walking coldly towards the door.
His actions were so swift that the nurses hadn't even reacted before he had already swept her into his arms.
Song Shiqin clumsily got up from the ground and chased after his retreating figure, "Mo Zhixuan, where are you taking her?"
His voice had already lost control.
"Brother Song," Zhang Zijun also hurriedly followed Song Shiqin.
Mo Zhixuan's silhouette quickly blended into the night, and the two of them ultimately failed to catch up to him.
Zhang Zijun sighed softly, "Brother Song, don't worry. Mo Zhixuan has immense abilities. He will definitely find a way to save Miss Chu."
