If it was her doing, it would be perfect to send her straight to hell.
Quan Jingwu rested his jaw on her shoulder, his gaze fixated on his wife's hand.
Under the intimidating gaze of this man in front of her, the doctor, who was administering the medicine to Jian Qing, claimed that she was almost having a heart attack.
She was elderly; she couldn't handle such shocks.
As soon as the two of them left the office, the doctor breathed a sigh of relief, wiping the cold sweat off her forehead.
"Xiaojing, put me down." Jian Qing patted his shoulder, looking at the passing nurses with a helpless expression.
"No. You're injured, you need to stay put."
"Only my hand is injured, not my legs; I can walk myself." she said determinedly.
If he was going to carry her all the way around the hospital, she might as well find a hole and crawl into it.
Quan Jingwu lowered his head and stared at her, both of them in a deadlock.
