Zhuo Junyue watched as Su Ningyan's brows were constantly furrowed, "Can he be transferred? To a Zhuo Group hospital, the medical conditions are better."
Dr. Du glanced at Zhuo Junyue, shaking his head, "The gastric bleeding has just stopped, he can't be moved. Drinking to the point of gastric bleeding, seems like Mr. Feng is no longer valuing his life."
Feng Jinghan joined them in the ICU, Zhuo Junyue saw that Su Ningyan didn't look well, "Darling, let's go home for now. Tianyou, call me immediately if anything happens."
"Alright, Ningyan, don't worry. I'll watch over dad here, he'll be fine."
Without saying anything, Su Ningyan went home with Zhuo Junyue.
During the drive home, she stared blankly into the distance, feeling weighed down by a heavy mood.
When she arrived home, she greeted Lin Liuliu and immediately went upstairs.
Unable to keep it in, Lin Liuliu asked in a low voice, "Junyue, is Ningyan okay?"
