"I want to go in and see him."

She said in a low voice, her steps already close to the door.

But the medical staff immediately stopped her; the man in sterile clothing spoke in an unquestionable tone.

"The patient is in the infection control phase and contact is strictly prohibited."

Chu Wuyang subconsciously tried to break free, but was stopped by a single sentence.

Jin Qilin stood by the door, his tone as languid as if he were yawning.

“If Miss Chu goes in now, it will probably only worsen his condition.”

Chu Wuyang froze, staring at the sleeping figure inside the room.

It felt like being forced to the edge of a cliff; every movement hurt.

She gritted her teeth, holding back her tears, her eyes narrowing inch by inch.

Suddenly, he turned around and glared fiercely at Jin Qilin, his voice icy, like a knife scraping his throat.

"brute!"

Jin Qilin seemed used to her cursing; he smiled, but his eyes didn't flash with anger. He simply asked in return, "..."

"It was Chen Guang, not me, who caused Jin Xian to become like this, Miss Chu."

"I'm the one who saves lives."

"You really do have a knack for making mistakes in the accounts."

Chu Wuyang ignored him.

To her, the person who handed her the knife was no different from the perpetrator.

Even more hateful is the former – he is hypocritical and even tries to whitewash his actions.

She approached the window, her fingertips slowly tracing the glass, gazing at Jin Xian against its cool surface.

His fingers clenched so tightly they turned white, and a surge of anger and helplessness welled up in his chest.

If she could, she would want to massacre the Jin family right now.

Nail them one by one into the ground.

In this oppressive silence that seemed about to explode,

Jin Qilin suddenly glanced at his watch.

"It's almost time. Let's go, Miss Chu—"

"Grandpa is still waiting for you."