Such A Close Brush With Death

"Lie down, Dear!"

He hurried over and made her lie back down on the bed.

Xu Xiyan grabbed his hand and asked worriedly, "Are you hurt? I'm so worried about you."

"No."

Huo Yunshen shook his head, his eyes emotionless as he said, "It's not safe here anymore. I'll transfer you to a hospital back in Peijing this afternoon."

Thinking of Mo Yutian's challenge to him, he really felt like turning her into a small bead and hiding her.

"Okay, but before we leave, I want to see Xiaoyu first."

"Alright."

Before transferring Xu Xiyan to another hospital in the afternoon, Huo Yunshen accompanied her to see Xiaoyu.

The little girl had had a surgery and she was fine now. The couple decided to sponsor the talented and intelligent Xiaoyu until college.

Huo Yunshen arranged a special caretaker to stay and look after Xiaoyu. After Xiaoyu had recovered, the caretaker would take her home.