Qiao An glared at him with red eyes. "Go back to where?"
Xing Chen was stunned. Indeed, where did he want her to go back to?
Could he bear to see her go back to the city?
If she returned to the Xing family, Xing Xiaoya would want to torture her again.
He suddenly felt so sad that he couldn't provide a warm home for the girl he loved.
At that time, he swore to himself that he would earn a lot of money to buy Qiao An a house.
Qiao An wheeled the cart away. Xing Chen stared after her with heartache.
The assistance work was especially busy, and the patients were sick for a long time. New patients were constantly sent over, which increased the challenges of the medical team.
On this day, when Qiao An came to the ward to deliver the medicine, she heard the doctors discussing the situation. "This illness is strange. It's not fatal, but fever medicine is not effective against the virus. We might need to consider changing it."
