"Thanks, driver."
Chen Yang got out of the car, turned, and headed toward the hospital.
Just as he reached the steps, he looked up and saw Yan Qianning standing at the hospital entrance.
Yan Qianning was still dressed as she was in the morning.
A tight low-cut short dress, an internet influencer's face, and a bun hairstyle.
At first glance, it sparked undesirable thoughts in people's minds.
Fortunately, Chen Yang had self-control, and being with Yang Ruoxi and Wu Kexin every day, he was used to this level of beauty.
He didn't feel as amazed as an average person.
"Chen Yang! You've finally arrived! Can you help me? Is my illness really serious?" When Yan Qianning saw Chen Yang, she immediately forgot they had just met and weren't very close.
She reached out and grabbed Chen Yang's arm, her face full of pleading.
Clearly, she had come to realize the seriousness of her condition.
That's why she was so anxious and regarded Chen Yang as her lifeline.
