Suddenly, a captivating light shot from his eyes, He Xing rose to his feet and rummaged through the bar for his car keys before striding purposefully toward the exit.
Soon, a luxurious car ignited its engine and shot off like lightning, leaving a long trail of tire friction on the ground, along with a faint smell of gasoline.
By the time the car came to a stop, it had arrived at the hospital entrance, Ji Liangchuan stepped out, ready to head towards the Inpatient Department, but after a moment's thought, he walked out of the hospital instead.
A few minutes later, he returned, one hand holding a bouquet of lilies, the other carrying an exquisite fruit basket, no longer hesitant, he made his way to the Inpatient Department, inquired about Fu Han's ward, and walked straight to it.
The high-end ward was very quiet, with not a single person in the hallway. In addition to the faint scent of disinfectant, there was also the light fragrance of Osmanthus wafting over on the breeze.