Fu Qingshuang is guarding the ward, the doctor said there are signs of inflammation and infection, the wound is not healing well.
Luo Xiao has just taken his medicine and hasn't woken up yet.
Footsteps come from the hallway, she glanced at the sleeping man, hesitated for a moment, and then stood up.
As soon as she opened the door, she saw Mo Nanjue's tall figure standing in the doorway.
Her nerves tightened instantly, her hands forming a protective posture against the door, "What are you here for?"
"Why are you nervous? It's broad daylight, do you think I can commit murder?" Mo Nanjue narrowed his eyes slightly, making it hard to see through his thoughts, "What, Luo Xiao isn't dead yet?"
Fu Qingshuang didn't dare shout at him, she spoke cautiously, "Young Master Jue, there's no need for concern."
"Don't flatter him too much." Mo Nanjue sneered coldly, his handsome eyes glanced around, then walked to the adjacent ward, reached out and pushed the door open.
"Don't go in—"
