His face was pale as paper, his breathing was chaotic and rapid, his expression was flustered, and his eyes were filled with urgency, panic, and fear, his whole body trembling from the unease and fear within.
The doctor glanced at him for the first time, initially believing that the person had some urgent condition.
"Is there something wrong?"
The man didn't look at him, just stood at the doorway, and his moist eyes were fixed on the hospital bed...
Qing Yi looked at the haggard figure on the hospital bed, his eyes blankly staring at the ceiling, lost in thought, tormented by illness to the point of seeming like a changed person, tears welled up instantly, and pain surged in his chest.
The heartache made it difficult to breathe.
Wasn't... wasn't he saying he wanted to go home?
How... how did it end up like this?
The doctor saw Qing Yi looking at the drunkard, instinctively glanced at the dazed drunkard, and somewhat uncertainly asked Qing Yi, "Are you... Mu Han's friend?"
