Lu Moqing, holding back his anger, drove into First Hospital.
Getting out of the car, the fierce aura around him didn't dissipate, causing people around him to subconsciously keep a distance.
Every time he came to the emergency department, the overwhelming busyness hit him in the face, making Lu Moqing frown.
"Hold him down firmly, don't let him move around..."
A familiar voice, accompanied by slight panting, came from outside.
Lu Moqing looked back, seeing Qiao Xu half-kneeling on a rescue trolley, treating a severely injured patient from a car accident.
Blood from the patient stained her hands, face, and clothes, but the serious and meticulous expression on her face made it impossible for Lu Moqing to look away.
He stared at her figure like this, entering the rescue room along with the patient.
By the time Qiao Xu came out of the rescue room, more than half an hour had passed.
