Murong Qiao slept very soundly. When she opened her eyes, she realized that it was already afternoon.
She slept until she woke up naturally. When she slowly opened her eyes and saw the unfamiliar scene in front of her, she suddenly sat up on the camp bed.
What was she doing here?
Murong Qiao's mind went blank for a moment before the memories in her mind gradually came back. She recalled her conversation with her second brother and the faint pain in her neck.
"Huo Yichen…" She remembered.
Murong Qiao hurriedly got up. The coat she was wearing slipped off and was quickly grabbed by her.
She smelled disinfectant and glanced at the coat in her hand. She didn't say anything and went to look for Huo Yichen's ward.
Fortunately, what she was worried about didn't happen. There was an old man sitting in front of Huo Yichen's bed, seemingly taking care of him.
