An An was anxious, Lu Mingfei had been taking care of her since she fell ill.
Moreover, she was injured, and he carried her on his back all the way, hardly letting her feet touch the ground.
She was always worried that she would pass the infection on to him.
"Mom, where is Lu Mingfei? How is he now? Did I infect him?"
Ningyan knew she was anxious, and quickly held her hand, "Don't worry, Lu Mingfei is fine. Yesterday you were both sent to the hospital together, and your second uncle gave him a thorough examination, he hasn't contracted the infection."
Hearing her mother say this, An An finally felt a weight lift from her heart.
"Mom, I'm so lucky to have met Lu Mingfei, otherwise I would be doomed for sure. Where is he?"
While she was fighting against death, Lu Mingfei was always encouraging her.
He carried her on his back all the way, even though he knew she was already infected.
He said he wasn't afraid of being infected by her and would definitely get her out safely.
