What's Going On?

The wound on his abdomen hurt so much that Cui Muzhi could not open his eyes.

He curled up his entire body and lay on the bed, waiting for Gu Zhongxun to come in and stitch his wound again. He still held Lan Jingbai's palm tightly with one hand.

Gu Zhongxun entered the room and said, "Let go first. He has to enter the operating theater."

Cui Muzhi slowly opened his eyes and asked with a pale face, "Can't he come in with me?"

Gu Zhongxun shook his head. "The operating theater has to be preserved in a sterile state. He can't go in. It won't be long before you come out. Let him wait."

Cui Muzhi glanced at Lan Jingbai and actually said, "Then I don't want to be treated anymore."

Lan Jingbai had left a huge trauma on him the last time he left without saying goodbye. He was afraid that if he went in, he would disappear again after the anesthesia was applied.

He was already in so much pain and had lost so much blood.