"Bang——"
Just as she walked to the door, a muffled sound suddenly came from behind her.
Zhenzhen almost instinctively turned her head, and her face changed dramatically.
"Mo Xingyuan!"
She screamed and quickly walked back.
She saw the man covered in plaster had fallen off the hospital bed and was now lying on the floor.
She quickly went over, and the man struggled to lift his handsome but cold face. Because of the pain, his voice was so hoarse that he could barely speak, "Mu Zhenzhen, are you concerned about me?"
"Childish." Zhenzhen cursed, pressing a button at the head of the bed directly.
Soon, several professional doctors and nurses entered the ward.
Seeing the man lying on the floor, they were obviously startled, and hurriedly lifted him back onto the bed, followed by a thorough check of every part of him.
After confirming that nothing serious had happened from the fall, the attending doctor finally breathed a sigh of relief.
