1433. Gu Junhang's self-blame

His hand was on the steering wheel, and due to exerting too much force, the green veins on the back of his hand were protruding prominently.

His jaw was taut, and the normally gentle and indifferent eyebrows and eyes looked particularly sharp at this moment.

And in such sharpness, there was also a distressed uneasiness and fear.

If you looked closely, the hands with bulging veins on the steering wheel were trembling slightly.

Not daring to say anything or think about anything, he sped all the way to the hospital.

The closer he got to Xia Yumo's ward, the less he dared to go forward.

Just now on the phone, he hadn't listened carefully, hearing only that someone had added other pharmaceutical components to Xia Yumo's usual intravenous injection fluid.

He wasn't quite sure what the situation was like now.

His legs became somewhat weak and trembling as he gradually approached Xia Yumo's ward.

The bodyguard at the entrance saw him and quickly approached, "Mr. Gu."