"Of course, that would be great. It would be best if we could find it today."

"I know the doctor who operated on him."

"Really? That's great." The doctor looked happy. He knew that the relationship between this girl and the patient was extraordinary.

Qiao Muyuan leaned against the wall weakly, his back was cold and his pupils lost focus.

The doctor quickly walked into the emergency room, and she was the only one left outside.

Why...why did God send this man to torture her over and over again after she was divorced?

How much would he torture her before disappearing from her life forever?

Her long eyelashes were drooped, the light passed through the slender eyelashes, and fan-shaped shadows fell on her eyelids. She lowered her head and stood helplessly outside the emergency room, as if waiting for her fate to be pronounced.

The surroundings were very quiet, and Qiao Muyuan could hear his own heartbeat.

Finally, she picked up her cell phone and dialed Qiao Zhixing's cell phone number.

"sister."

"Zhixing...can you come to Manchester Central Hospital?"

"Sister, what's wrong with you?" Qiao Zhixing panicked, "Aren't you in London? Is a friend sick?"

"It's not me. Come here and you will know that I need your help."

Qiao Zhixing heard a deep sense of powerlessness from Qiao Muyuan's tone. Under normal circumstances, she would not let him help. There were Uncle Meng and the others in the UK, so it was not their turn to let him fly there.

After hanging up the phone, Qiao Zhixing immediately asked for leave from his instructor and took the nearest flight.

When he was approaching Manchester, an idea suddenly flashed through Qiao Zhixing's mind, and this idea was related to Ji Changmu.

Hearing that Ji Changmu had given up JY Group, Qiao Zhixing didn't understand the twists and turns in the business world. He didn't want to delve into everything about Ji Changmu. He only knew that his sister and Ji Changmu had divorced.

There will never be any intersection in this lifetime.

But now, Qiao Zhixing had doubts in his heart.

Qiao Muyuan waited for Qiao Zhixing in the early morning. The night had already fallen, the sky was densely covered with stars, and there was a bit of chill in the evening wind.

Ji Changmu has been transferred to the Central Hospital. Before she wakes up, the doctor asked her not to leave.

Qiao Zhixing arrived quickly and found Qiao Muyuan in the ward. Qiao Muyuan happened to be cleaning up the room, taking out various daily necessities from the handbag and placing them in the right place one by one.

Qiao Zhixing had never seen the eldest lady doing things in person. He walked up behind Qiao Muyuan and called her: "Sister, I'm here."

Qiao Muyuan turned his head and smiled slightly: "Know what you do."

Qiao Zhixing saw the English name "boris" on the bedside at a glance. It really was Ji Changmu's name!

His face turned pale and he clenched his hands into fists: "Sister, when I came here I guessed that Ji Changmu was sick. It's true. Why do you still have to have trouble with him? Sister, he's not worth it!"

Qiao Zhixing was emotional, but Qiao Muyuan was calm.

She knew it wasn't worth it.

She knew it from a long time ago.

Almost all her tears over the past 20 years were related to Ji Changmu, yet this man felt at ease and harmed her as a matter of course, time and time again.

"Zhixing, I just happened to meet him. He was sick. The doctor said it was a recurrence of his old disease, so I called you."

"Just met by chance?" Qiao Zhixing didn't believe it.

"Yes, we just happened to meet him." Qiao Muyuan smiled, "I will take you to see his doctor."
Chapter completed!