Huo Jingting was well aware of Xu Shuo's hesitation, but right now, did he have any time left?
The expert just said that if a suitable donor couldn't be found soon, then Chengcheng would only have forty or fifty days to live.
He lifted his hand and pressed his forehead gently, his tone heavy, "Even if there are other ways, we don't have time now. Chengcheng's life is paramount."
"What about Miss Gu then..."
Huo Jingting closed his eyes for a moment, "Keep it from her for now."
Xu Shuo said no more. He gripped his phone tightly and ultimately chose to obey the order, "Alright."
...
Gu Nanqiao was taking the driver's car back. Any slight drowsiness she had was entirely dispelled due to her concern over Chengcheng's condition.
Halfway through the journey, the driver glanced at the black car following them in the rearview mirror and suddenly reminded, "Second Miss, the car behind us has been trailing us for a while, please be careful."
