Back in the bedroom, Qiao An lay on the chaise lounge on the balcony, leisurely playing a game on her iPad.
Mu Jingxi received a call from the doctor at Imperial Hospital; the first drug trial had been a success.
Qiao Yunjin's condition had improved.
He had already been taken off the ventilator and could breathe on his own now.
Mu Jingxi looked up at Qiao An, who was engrossed in her game. She seemed to have an uncooperative teammate, frowning deeply as she couldn't help but curse in frustration, "Are you a pig? You don't pick up guns… I was wrong, even pigs are smarter than you! At least they know how to dodge bullets…"
"Third Young Master."
On the phone, after a moment of hesitation, the doctor said, "These doses won't last a month, so… I hope you can bring back the rest of the medication as soon as possible."
Mu Jingxi's eyes fell, his gaze turning slightly somber, "I understand."
After hanging up the phone, Mu Jingxi put down his mobile and sat down beside Qiao An.
