An Ning looked at these black-clad bodyguards, each one quite handsome, but certainly very cold. She wondered what their background was; were they good people like Yu Jingchen, or were they bad?
She didn't dare confront them head-on for now. If they were bad, causing trouble would not only put herself in danger but also bring trouble to Yu Jingchen.
So she obediently returned to the blood donation room, sitting in the chair and waiting aimlessly.
...
Mo Ang walked into the emergency room, looking at Qiu Shan lying on the hospital bed.
Blood kept flowing into his body, and the pale face soon had some color.
A few doctors measured Qiu Shan's blood pressure, listening to his heartbeat. Meanwhile, others studied his injuries to determine if any organs were damaged.
"How is his condition?" Mo Ang asked.
