"Was the transfer to the capital a sign that the injury had worsened?"
Ming Zhan's handsome face was slightly tense, and the veins on his forehead were faintly visible. They trembled slightly with his rapid heartbeat, and sweat began to seep out from his forehead, shimmering faintly.
Bo Xinglan said softly, "I'm sorry, senior, I'm not sure."
Ming Zhan's chest heaved, the wound on his left shoulder twitched, and he winced in pain.
Upon seeing this, Bo Xinglan's heart tightened, and she asked anxiously, "Senior, what's wrong? Should we call a doctor?"
Mingzhan pursed his lips and waved at her.
Bo Xinglan asked worriedly, "Senior, should we have a doctor come and take a look?"
Just as Mingzhan was about to speak, the bodyguard pushed the door open and whispered something in his ear.
"What?" Ming Zhan's eyes widened suddenly, as if an invisible force had pushed him to his limit, his pupils flashing with disbelief.
Bo Xinglan paused, hesitating whether to leave.
The bodyguard said something to Mingzhan again, and the muscles on Mingzhan's face contorted slightly with shock, forming an indescribable expression. He seemed frozen in that instant.
The surrounding air seemed to freeze, and even breathing became unusually heavy and slow.
"Senior?" Bo Xinglan's body stiffened, and his pupils widened slightly.
Mingzhan didn't say anything, lifted the covers and got out of bed, then went to the bathroom.
Bo Xinglan stood in the ward, her breathing becoming light and slow, the rise and fall of her chest almost imperceptible, like a flower suddenly stilled in the wind.
At this point, she was caught in a dilemma: whether to leave or not.
Mingzhan went for quite a while but didn't come out.
Bo Xinglan was extremely nervous. Just as she was about to go over to check on him, Ming Zhan came out of the bathroom.
He also changed his clothes.
"Senior, where are you going?" Bo Xinglan asked hurriedly.
Ming Zhan's face turned pale, and he replied, "You go back first."
Bo Xinglan watched him leave, bit her lip, and hurriedly followed, "Senior, where are you going? I'll go with you."
Ming Zhan said, "Sixth Miss, this is not appropriate."
Bo Xinglan paused, stopping in her tracks.
Mingzhan came out of the ward and quickly walked into the elevator.
The bodyguards followed closely, one in front and one behind.
The moment Ming Yu passed away, Ming Zhan became the new head of the Ming family.
Half an hour later.
Ming Zhan appeared at the entrance of Nanshan Villa.
The bodyguard rang the doorbell.
The black iron gate slowly opened, and Minglang ran up to Mingzhan. "Second Young Master, you've arrived."
Suppressing his anxiety, Mingzhan asked him, "How is Wan'er now?"
With red eyes and a hoarse voice, Minglang said, "He's still not awake."
Mingzhan strode forward, asking as he went, "Why didn't you take him to the hospital?"
Minglang replied, "The dean said that given Madam's current condition, going to the hospital would actually be detrimental."
Ming Zhan frowned. "What does this mean?"
Minglang said, "Second Young Master, you'll find out soon enough."
Upon hearing this, Mingzhan quickened his pace.
The wound on my left shoulder was torn open, and fresh blood seeped out.
He felt no pain at all.
Nanshan Villa has only two floors and is surrounded by a quiet and secluded environment.
Mingzhan walked into the bedroom on the first floor, his pupils shrinking involuntarily.
Sang Yuwan lay quietly on the bed, motionless. Her eyes were wide open, filled with bright red blood vessels.
She was clearly not asleep, but she didn't respond when people called her.
Rong Zhi held her hand, his eyes lowered. His nervous expression was mixed with anticipation and longing.
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