Zhuo Junyue could only do his best, whether Lin Qian lived or died was up to her own fate.
"Mu Feng, I'll head home first. Give me a call if anything happens."
Zuo Mufeng nodded, then followed Shao Rui into the operating room.
Blood transfusion is a significant procedure, and given Lin Qian's poor health, Shao Rui had to assume the responsibility himself.
Shao Rui was also very interested in the virus in Lin Qian's body.
Before Zhuo Junyue went home, he changed into a fresh set of clothes.
There was a somewhat antibacterial odor in the hospital, he was afraid the little one would detect it.
When he returned to the Zhuo Family, it was already past six in the evening.
The sun had long set. Seeing the lights when he entered the Zhuo Family compound, Zhuo Junyue felt a hint of warmth in his heart.
When Su Ningyan saw Zhuo Junyue walk into the living room, she was stunned.
Ignoring the glances from the house servants, she rushed forward and hugged Zhuo Junyue.
