He desperately clutched the doctor's hand, his words incoherent. Mo Lan feared he would impede the doctor's urgent care and forcefully pulled his hand away.
"Mr. Ruan, please calm down first."
Ruan Munan could not calm down.
His eyes reddened as he looked at Xi Jiu: "Where are your people? Didn't they go to pick up Master Beilou? Why aren't they here yet?!"
Xi Jiu could no longer hear Ruan Munan's voice.
He stood rigid and pale like a frozen statue beside Ruan Qi's emergency bed. The eyes, usually cold and rational, were now frighteningly red, with deep turmoil and fear swaying beneath.
He stood there motionlessly staring at Ruan Qi, as though his entire vitality hinged on her. Should she vanish, his life force would dissipate along with her.
Seeing Xi Jiu already lost and adrift, Xi Xi answered Ruan Munan on his behalf: "The Family Head has dispatched a helicopter; Mr. Beilou will arrive soon..."
