Jing Yiren was blindfolded by a bandage, and she couldn't see anything. She was as nervous as a small beast, guarding against everything around her.
She heard the nurse say they were going to transfer her to another hospital.
Jing Yiren nervously felt around her bed from her crouched position, her small hands tightly clutching the metal bed rail.
"I won't be transferred until my husband comes, then I'll consider it!"
Saying this, Yiren laid down on her bed like an octopus, her hands and feet clutching tightly onto the edges of the bed.
This hospital was Xue Fanghua's territory; if she was transferred elsewhere by Fanghua, would Lu Ming spend his lifetime unable to find her?
Because she couldn't see, her sense of defense was even stronger.
Until she could see Lu Ming, she wouldn't trust anyone else.
The nurse, clearly nervous, tried to offer reassurances.
"Miss Jing, Mr. Lu, your husband, wanted this transfer. He has gone to make the arrangements for you!"
