Saved… These three words pierced into Xu Zijin's ears, and the man's breathing grew noticeably heavier.
"For the next few days, don't provoke her, otherwise it will backfire."
As he spoke, the doctor specifically cast a glance at Xu Zijin.
The group of people gradually dispersed.
This news caused Xu Zijin's knees to buckle, making him drop to the ground on one knee.
The fabric of his trousers rubbed harshly against the floor, yet he seemed completely oblivious to the pain in his knee.
Yan Yinuo wasn't dead.
Not dead—good, isn't it?
A moment later, Yan Yinuo was wheeled out.
Xu Zijin's actions made the nurse freeze for a moment.
The next instant, he stood up as if nothing had happened and strode toward the bed-bound Yan Yinuo.
His slender fingers slid down from Yan Yinuo's face, finally hovering over the tip of her nose.
Her breathing was steady—she was indeed still alive.
"You..."
