Several doctors and nurses surrounded the hospital bed, trying to persuade Mu Tianye.
"Sir, you must undergo surgery immediately!"
"Unless... I... I see Ning Xiaofei!"
The man's voice was very weak, but it carried strength and determination.
"You…" The attending physician was so angry his face turned ashen, "You're joking with your own life!"
...
Ning Xiaofei worked her way around a doctor who was blocking her and finally saw Mu Tianye.
Lying pale on the pillow, the man's face and cheeks were covered in blotches of blood, presenting a shocking sight. He looked extremely weak and tired, and even his usually bright, ink-dark eyes seemed lackluster.
Blood was still flowing from his left arm, yet his left hand tightly grasped a syringe.
"Tianye!"
Before she could finish calling out the two-syllable name, Ning Xiaofei's tears had already begun to fall.
Seeing it was Ning Xiaofei, the heart of Mu Tianye, which had been lifted, finally settled completely.
