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Huo Jinnan stayed silent.
Rong's mother quickly moved to the side.
Huo Jinnan passed her, gently pulling the door open, and went straight into the ward.
After a glance, Rong's mother quickly walked away.
Huo Jinnan looked back, closed the door, and his gaze fell on Che Huan on the sickbed, a layer of inscrutable mist gathering in his eyes.
After watching for a while, he walked over, placed his hand on Che Huan's forehead, left it there for a moment, then removed it. He looked down at the little guy sleeping on the sickbed, smoothed the bedsheet nearby, sat there, lit a cigarette, and quietly smoked it while looking up at the medicine bottle on the IV stand.
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Huo Bei waited at the door of the ward for a whole hour before he saw the master come out. Without saying a word, he followed him toward the direction of the elevators.
Huo Jinnan asked casually, "How is Gu Jizhou's situation being handled?"
