Sang Qianqian stood in the hospital corridor, gripping her phone tightly in a daze.
People came and went. Someone bumped into her and turned around angrily to ask her not to block the way. Only then did she snap back to reality.
Hurriedly returning to the ward, Shen Hanyu had arranged for Jian Zheng and the medical staff to carry Sang Minglang into the mobile ward.
On the hospital's roof, a helicopter was waiting for them.
These medical staff would be escorting Sang Minglang back to Ming City.
"Qianqian."
Shen Hanyu turned around and looked at her pale face. His heart sank. "What did the doctor say?"
Just now, Sang Qianqian had said that she wanted to follow up with the attending physician to ask about the things to take note of. Now that she had returned in such a state, Shen Hanyu thought that it had something to do with Sang Minglang's condition.
