The nurse stopped him immediately. He was so anxious that he put his ID card on the table directly.
He opened the door with his quivering hands.
And then he saw Irish lying in bed.
She just lay there quietly like a good baby, but this scene made him ache.
All his anxiety, annoyance, and anger were gone when he saw her. She was there, so truthful, and within ten steps.
He put his footsteps light and came to her bed. He stared at her under the moonlight passing through the window gap, and his eyes were filled with pity.
Her face was so pale.
He dared not think too much and considered something he didn't want to perceive.
Running was not what he was good at. He didn't do well in it and also hated it deeply. But at this moment, he dared not to wake her up, which was a complete action of running away.
