Mo Zhiyun hung up the phone and ran to the gate in one breath. He saw the man in the wheelchair through the black iron gate, and his pace gradually slowed.
In the freezing cold of the night, her fair forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat. She walked to Lu Heyun, still panting.
Lu He Yun looked up at her and said, " didn't you say that I'm not leaving? why are you running? "
Mo Zhiyun saw that he was neither happy nor concerned. Instead, he reprimanded him with a stern face, " "How can you leave the hospital in your current condition? Do you not want to be better?"
Lu Heyun did not get angry even after being scolded. Instead, he pursed his lips and smiled, " "I asked for leave from the doctor, and he agreed to let me out."
