"Anything to say? Say it!" Mu Xiaojiu gave the doctor a glance, his patience nearly exhausted.
The doctor took a deep breath and immediately said: "The patient... the patient has been calling Mr. Xiaojiu's name."
Mu Xiaojiu remained silent while Baili Xia's heart fluttered, anxiously asking, "What does she need in the end?"
"This is..." The doctor looked distressed, but, for the patient's sake, he spoke the truth.
"If Mr. Xiaojiu...could accompany the patient during surgery, maybe... maybe..."
Mr. Xiaojiu's cold aura scared him into silence, not daring to continue.
However, Baili Xia quickly grabbed Mu Xiaojiu's wrist, "Uncle, she's my best friend."
Tears welled up in her eyes, her face pallid from worry and fatigue.
At this moment, what Mu Xiaojiu wanted to do most was to take Baili Xia home so she could rest.
But she...with such a pitiful look in her eyes...
His patience was truly worn thin; accompanying a stranger during surgery seemed bizarre to him.