But the patient was late in returning.
"Mr. Gu," Lan Ying approached and glanced at the person shrinking in his embrace.
The man's jaw was tense, his presence dark and heavy. Without responding to Lan Ying, he uttered stiffly, "Upstairs."
Gu Jiangnian was angry, but he was still holding back.
Why hold back?
For Jiang Muwan.
Gu Jiangnian placed her on the master bedroom's large bed, and the doctor followed, sitting on the edge and looking at Jiang Muwan.
He began the examination.
The doctor sat by the bedside and, despite it being winter, he could only feel cold sweat trickling down his back.
Why?
Because the gaze of the man beside him was just too sharp.
That invisible pressure upon him was like a spotlight.
Making his palms sweat profusely.
After a long while, the man standing by frowned as he looked at Jiang Muwan and spoke coldly, "How is it?"
