"I forgive them from the bottom of my heart. In the future, I'll be grateful to their family and live in peace with them," Qiao An said.
Huo Xiaoran looked at the grateful Qiao An and said, "An'an, don't worry. Since they sacrificed themselves to protect you, I won't forget this great kindness."
Qiao An smiled slyly and reached out to hug him. "Carry me over to see him."
When she wheedled at him, Huo Xiaoran's jealousy disappeared. He happily carried Qiao An to the next ward.
Huang Yushu sat in the wheelchair and served her son.
Seeing Huo Xiaoran and Qiao An, Huang Yushu quickly maneuvered the wheelchair away.
Li Zecheng's gunshot wound was very serious. After a few days, he was still unwell. Seeing Huo Xiaoran and Qiao An, Li Zecheng said weakly, "Uncle, Aunt. Thank you for coming to see me."
Huo Xiaoran could hear his dispiritedness and said, "Zecheng, your injuries are under control. You don't have to worry."
