The Pack of Cigarettes Fell Straight Down His Bloody Trousers

It was one o'clock in the morning.

It had been five hours since Ji Nuan was sent into the ER.

The doctors hadn't come out after five hours and the red light remained on, which showed that the operation hadn't finished, but at least it meant that Ji Nuan had made it through the five hours.

Time ticked by. Nanheng almost killed all of Atuta's men and finally caught him after hunting him for hours. Without a stop, he hurried to the hospital.

When he arrived at the hospital, he saw that in the lobby of the hospital, the doctors and nurses were busy around and patients and their families kept coming and going.

He went further to the door of the ER, only to see Mo Jingshen—whose body was covered with blood—sitting on a bench.

The blood on his clothes had dried and that on his face and hands had clotted, but he didn't wipe them off.