When An Zhiyuan saw Bai Xiao lying pale on the bed, it was a separate tent because she was critically ill; under these circumstances, other patients were unwilling to stay with Bai Xiao.
For a moment, it seemed as if his heart stopped beating.
Then he painfully took a deep breath, making his heart beat again. He looked at the person on the white bed sheets, a sharp pain and sourness welled up in his eyes, he silently called her name with trembling hands. This...this cannot be his Bai Xiao.
The person on the bed remained motionless, her face pale with a tinge of blue, but from her weak breathing, it could be sensed she was still alive.
Entirely different from the Bai Xiao who always had a smile on her lips and a radiant face.
An Zhiyuan wanted to remove his gloves; the heavy gloves made it impossible to touch Bai Xiao.
The doctor stopped him, it was Doctor Zhang who brought An Zhiyuan here.
