It was past four in the morning, and the sky was already bright.
Lin Yi was still sitting on the bed, motionless.
Outside the window, the sound of car engines could already be heard. Even the pedestrians and noise in the hospital gradually increased.
Lin Yi thought that the best time for them to strike was between two and three in the morning, but there was no movement at all.
He had miscalculated again.
At this moment, the door to the ICU was pushed open and Ning Che walked in.
Even though her nurse's uniform which looked one size smaller on her body would make one want to move, at this moment, she seemed to lack all desire.
At this moment, Ning Che's expression was exceptionally serious. She was no longer as relaxed as before.
"Nothing yet?" Lin Yi asked.
Ning Che shook his head and said gloomily.
