Su Nanxing's expression remained unchanged as she shifted her gaze indifferently toward Qiao Hannan.
A flash of loss passed through Qiao Muye's eyes, but surrounded by so many people, he couldn't utter a word.
After the routine rounds, Su Nanxing followed the large group and left.
Qiao Muye still hadn't managed to speak to Su Nanxing.
By the time he rushed out of the ward, he saw Su Nanxing entering another room.
For the entire morning, Qiao Muye had no chance to be alone with Su Nanxing.
Qiao Hannan noticed his distraction. "Dad, what's wrong with you?"
"It's nothing." Qiao Muye smiled. "We're going back to the Capital in a few days, and I was thinking about how to thank your attending physician. If it weren't for her, you wouldn't have recovered so quickly."
To Qiao Hannan, Su Nanxing was his lifesaver.
He lay there, oblivious to everything, unaware of the passage of time or the existence of the world around him.
It was no different from being dead.
