The nurse on duty in the room quickly stood up when she saw the situation, "Young Master Jue."
The man's entire handsome face was steeped in a deep gloom, "Get out."
The nurse didn't dare to speak seeing his expression and quickly dashed outside, brushing past Chen An's shoulder, forgetting to even call out to him.
Mo Nanjue stood there coldly, raised a hand to support himself against the glass window, and grabbed Steward Zhou with the other hand, lifting him up with his face against the cold glass, "Is it him?"
Inside the glass window, Luo Tingsong lay on the huge hospital bed, his body connected to countless tubes, unconscious, still in a vegetative state.
Steward Zhou trembled all over, only now fully understanding the gravity of the situation, it was incredibly shocking to him too. He looked up at the person lying on the hospital bed inside, and even though he was wearing an oxygen mask, after all these years, he could still recognize him.
