Outside, Nangong Xu looked at Mu Xiaojiu, truly not knowing what to say.
Mr. Xiaojiu has always been so stubborn, unwilling to show even a smidge of weakness before Baili Xia, fearing it would make her worry.
But his current physical condition is indeed not good.
"Although, Mr. Xiaojiu, your recovery speed is the fastest I've ever seen. Nevertheless, it can't make up for your continued disregard for your own health," he said.
He looked at Mu Xiaojiu, with a less-than-pleased expression on his face.
As his attending physician, how could he tolerate his patient pushing himself time after time?
"When you came back this morning, your condition had worsened. Did you not rest at all last night?"
Mu Xiaojiu kept silent, not wishing to share his troubles with anyone else.
The whole of last night he had stood by Baili Xia's side, unconscious to time passing by.
She was all he saw - her face, her existence, the time unconsciously slipped away.
