Mo Nanjue was in a rush and allowed her to lead him by the hand through several corridors. They arrived at a pristine white rest room, the perfect place for patients to relax and was specially prepared for those of high status.
The facilities and service were, naturally, top-notch.
The chief nurse's hand slid from the man's shirt-sleeved wrist directly to grasp his hand, "Young Master Jue, are you going in now? She's still asleep and probably won't wake up so soon."
The man's gaze turned cold, "Let go."
"I'm sorry, Young Master Jue, I was just too anxious..." the chief nurse reluctantly released his hand.
Mo Nanjue did not get angry. He glanced at the tightly closed door, "Why did she faint?"
