Seeing Dudu in so much pain, they gave her a painkiller shot and fed her some medicine. She fell asleep on the hospital bed.
Shen Yiran stayed in the ward, even though he knew he didn't have a proper identity to appear in front of her now, he didn't want to miss even a moment of being with her.
He quietly watched her sleeping face on the bed. The sunlight outside the window gradually rose and shone on her face. Shen Yiran went to the bedside and pulled the curtains a bit. He watched as the cold fluid slowly entered her veins, chilling her hand.
A "click" sound came from the door, and in the next second, someone pushed the door open and entered the ward.
The two men stared at each other, both taken aback.
"What are you doing here?" Qiao Luchen, dressed in a white coat, was the first to speak, and he walked toward the bed, looking at An'an.
Shen Yiran bit his lip and remained silent, already knowing that he had no reason to argue with him over her.
