At 5:20 in the afternoon, Mo Han brought Luo Ning to the nearby Renkang Hospital.
Luo Ning had been drugged, and coupled with recent exhaustion, that's why she had fallen unconscious and needed a good rest.
Sitting by the bed, looking at his wife on the hospital bed, Mo Han felt an indescribable guilt.
Over the past year, since he was lame and couldn't find a job, his wife had been supporting everything at home.
The expenses for their daughter's hospital treatment were also earned by his wife, who worked during the day and toiled at a street stall at night.
If he wasn't mistaken, his wife's visit to the Emerald Bright Pavilion Hotel was probably to borrow money from someone with the last name Cao for their daughter's treatment.
"Slap!"
Mo Han gave himself a hard slap across the face.
If he had called Luo Ning earlier to tell her that their daughter was better, Luo Ning wouldn't have had to suffer like this.
