Yan Xiaye nervously glanced at the man who brazenly took hold of her wrist, slightly struggling while stealthily watching for the doctor's reaction, trying to sound natural, "Um, Old Mr. Qin has taken good care of me, so I wanted to follow and see if there was anything I could help with."
Just as Li Yuntang tried to stop her, the doctors had already surrounded and were pushing Old Mr. Qin's bed away, instantly turning the once quiet and cold corridor lively. The nurses who had disappeared earlier returned, each with a serious expression, rushing towards the hospital's private elevator at the end of the hallway—it seemed they were planning to directly admit Old Mr. Qin into a hospital room.
Qin Jingyi followed right beside the bed, displaying the demeanor of a filial son, and his cries of calling for Old Mr. Qin were touching; he disappeared in a flash.
