"Lady, you can try talking more with the Seventh Young Master to boost his will to survive."
"For conditions like the Seventh Young Master's, we don't recommend exhausting him for a few hours coming back, but he says if he doesn't see Nian Nian, he won't undergo treatment."
"I assume you are Miss Niannian?" A little nurse, unable to help much, looked at Xia Yinian.
Xia Yinian turned her head to glance at the little nurse and nodded vigorously. She tightly gripped Gu Beicheng's hand, already with tears streaming down her face.
"Alright, just sit on that chair over there, don't be nervous, and try to talk more with the Seventh Young Master."
"Okay." Xia Yinian nodded, trying to withdraw her hand.
But that blood-stained hand still tightly clasped hers.
"Beicheng, I'm Nian Nian, I'm okay, I'm really okay now, but you're injured, you need to cooperate with the doctors for treatment, I won't leave for a single step."
