The servant hurriedly supported her, "Miss Tong."

Tong Ran stared blankly at the blood all over the ground, "What's going on?"

"It was Young Master An who had something wrong and was stabbed in his abdomen... He was pushed down from the second floor. Mr. Jue has already taken him to the hospital."

Tong Ran's eyes widened in shock, and the panic in her heart was infinitely amplified, "The second floor is..."

The servant dropped his head, "It's your parents' room."

Tong Ran clenched his hands, and a kind of fishy sweetness surged out from his throat, "Then they now..."

The servant replied truthfully, "They are all fine. In the room, Mr. Jue just told anyone not to leave the villa."

The driver paid the money and walked over, but Tong Ran turned around and stopped the taxi. She suppressed her emotions and said, "Send me to the hospital."

The servant was afraid that something might happen to her and wanted to go with her, but Tong Ran had already pulled up the car door.

*

Hospital.

Outside the emergency room, Mo Nanjue sat on the waiting chair. He supported his knees with his elbows and buried his handsome face in his palm.

The smell of blood all penetrated into the nasal cavity, from warm to cold. The headlights in the emergency room remained for a long time, and the empty and dull corridor was so long that it was impossible to see. The man closed his eyes and felt like he was pressed into the cold river water. He was so tired that he could no longer pull out his strength, and no amount of stimulants could support him to stand up.

It was almost eleven o'clock when Tong Ran came. She searched almost all the hospitals in the city and finally found him here.

She walked step by step from the head of the corridor toward this side. Mo Nanjue still maintained that position and sat on the chair without moving for several hours. Tong Ran raised her head. There was obviously no one in the empty corridor, and she could clearly see him, but she felt that she could never walk beside him again.

Are these things separated by a distance?

Her footsteps echoed in her ears, and Mo Nanjue's eyelids jumped down. He did not open his eyes, but just put his hand down.

Tong Ran walked to him and sat down.

She stretched out her hand, and after a few hesitations, she still landed on the back of his hand. Tong Ran opened her mouth, and her throat was bitter and unspeakable, "Mo Nanjue..."

The man shook away in surprise, and Mo Nanjue stood up with a rubbing finger. His tall figure was pulled out of loneliness by the dazzling lights. Tong Ran stood up, "Chen An will be fine, don't worry..."

Mo Nanjue didn't say anything or look at her. He walked step by step outside the gate of the emergency room, stood still and inserted his hands into his pocket.

Tong Ran stood behind him, but did not dare to approach him. The coldness emitted from his body was like an iceberg, blocking them and the world. She bit her lower lip, and her heart almost reached her throat.

Neither of them spoke, and some facts were settled in their minds, and they could understand them without saying.

Several hours passed, Tong Ran's legs were numb when she stood. She turned around and walked to the chair. Before she could sit down, the door of the operating room was pushed open.

Mo Nanjue suddenly raised his head, and he rushed over and grabbed the nurse's arm, "How is it?"

"The patient lost too much blood and had two pierced lungs. Now his life is in critical condition, we are still rescuing him," the nurse looked at him and handed over the list in his hand. "Are you a patient's family? Sign a notice of critical illness."

Mo Nanjue's eyes thorned, and he clenched his hands into fists, picked up the pen and signed.

Tong Ran held his hands on the chair, but he couldn't sit down in the end.
Chapter completed!