Qiao An was so frightened that her face turned gray. She shouted at him with a sobbing tone, "Shut up."
Then, she called Lu Mo. "Doctor Lu, Doctor Li is sick. He's very seriously ill. If it's convenient, can you contact a good doctor for him now? He has a fever and is weak all over. He's even talking nonsense."
On the other end, Lu Mo listened to Qiao An's anxious voice and felt uneasy. Why did she have the illusion that Qiao An and Li Xiaoran cared about each other more than ordinary people?
"Dr. Lu, are you listening? We're in the Jinghang Outpatient Department…"
Lu Mo came back to her senses. "I'll be right there."
Soon, Lu Mo rushed over with a few nurses.
From afar, Lu Mo saw Li Xiaoran resting his head on Qiao An's shoulder listlessly. Qiao An hugged him tightly, afraid that he would sink.
Lu Mo ran over and pulled Li Xiaoran out of Qiao An's arms. "Senior, I'll bring you for a checkup."
