Ji Changmu took it. Although his eyes were full of disdain for them, his face remained calm and polite.

He didn't say a word and turned around indifferently.

It was dark, and he had been waiting outside the operation. His ears were so quiet that he couldn't hear a sound.

He had already asked people to prepare everything Qiao Muyuan needed and waited quietly for her to come out.

Late at night, the little girl was pushed out by the nurse. The high fever had not gone away, and her whole body was tortured in an unseemly manner.

There was a needle in her hand, and the infusion bottle was hanging high.

Because of the anesthesia, she didn't wake up, and she was completely different from the noisy Qiao Muyuan before, but Ji Changmu would rather see her noisy than be so quiet.

Qiao Muyuan was sent to the ward by the nurses.

Ji Changmu stopped the doctor: "When will she wake up?"

"When the anesthesia wears off, you will wake up slowly."

"Where's the high fever? When will it subside?"

"It's hard to say. You have to continue to observe, drink fluids first, and then take medicine on time."

"How many days do you need to stay?"

"Two or three days is about the same."

"Then the medicine she accidentally took tonight, did it have any impact on her body?"

"It's nothing serious. Just come back for a blood test in a month."

"Yes." Ji Changmu finally breathed a sigh of relief, and his heartstrings that had been broken all night slowly relaxed. The clarity in his eyes was finally replaced by fatigue. He rubbed his forehead and sent the doctor away.

The ward returned to tranquility.

The little girl didn't wake up. The light from the ceiling passed through her thin eyelashes and fell on her white eyelids. Her face had a quiet expression and she was motionless. She had stopped crying.

However, her heartbreaking voice at night still echoed in Ji Changmu's ears.

Ever since she was a child, she had never suffered like this.

Ji Changmu covered her with the quilt, leaned over, and gently touched her cheek with his fingers. Her face was hot, but his hands were cold.

"It's okay." He said in a hoarse voice, lowered his head and kissed her forehead.

The little girl was in a coma and did not wake up. Ji Changmu thought of Qiao Muyuan, who was smiling happily and good-looking, and the area around his heart felt as if it had been gouged out with a knife, dripping with blood.

He didn't sleep and stayed by her bedside.

He had asked Qiao Muyuan's things to be retrieved from the bar. He heard that the police had gone there and those matters had nothing to do with him. It just depends on how the Qiao family's bodyguards handled it.

Those bodyguards are really useless. They can't even look down on a little girl. They are just doing nothing.

The night was dark, and Ji Changmu did not feel sleepy, so he stayed overnight.

Qiao Muyuan woke up in the middle of the night. Her body felt very painful. She vaguely remembered being dragged by an old man in a bar and couldn't move. She shook her head vigorously and shouted.

Ji Changmu opened his eyes, and Qiao Muyuan also opened his eyes at that moment.

He held the little girl's hand tightly: "Are you having a nightmare?"

"Where am I..." Her high fever has not completely subsided, her head is dizzy, and her eyes have lost their usual agility and brilliance.

"Hospital." Ji Changmu answered the question she wanted to hear, "No one hurt you."

Qiao Muyuan saw that she was wearing a loose hospital gown, and she remembered what happened that night. When the man tried to take off her clothes several times, her bodyguard rushed over, and later it was Ji Changmu.

She also remembered the whole journey he took her to the hospital.

"Where is my bodyguard?" She lay on the bed and looked at him helplessly.
Chapter completed!