As soon as she entered the hospital, from a distance, she saw Qiao Xu and another man in a white lab coat walking side by side. The two were chatting and laughing, very relaxed, showing none of the coldness they displayed when facing him.
After not seeing her for a few days, his life had been in chaos, but hers had been much better off than he had imagined. A sense of imbalance rose in Lu Moqing's heart.
Looking at her smiling face, a gentle warmth was evident, a warmth that was not for him but for another person.
At this moment, Lu Moqing felt like a husband who had caught his wife cheating, quietly watching the scene before him, his eyes desperately trying to hide something.
"Dr. Qiao! The patient in Bed 8 somehow got a scalpel and is attempting suicide by cutting his wrist in the ward."
A young intern at this point rushed anxiously to Qiao Xu's side, interrupting their conversation.
