Another night of agony passed.
Mu Xiangwan arrived at the hospital early, but could only wait outside the ICU.
Fortunately, after the doctor's visit, Su Chaoyang was informed that his condition was improving, and his situation had stabilized, allowing him to be moved out of the ICU. Only then did she feel relieved.
After the chaos, by the time she was able to sit down, it was already almost ten in the morning.
Mu Xiangwan sat by the bedside, staring blankly at the person still unconscious on the hospital bed. Her emotions were complicated.
His arms were filled with tubes, his handsome face pale, his lips lifeless, the deep set features of his face were covered in layers of a collapsed gray shade. His forehead was wrapped with white gauze, his entire head was covered.
Looking at the wrinkles between his brows, it seemed as if he was worried about something even in his unconscious state, she couldn't help but think of the scene when they parted more than a week ago.
