Looking at Liang Zhiqiong's bewildered face, Mo Shangjun helplessly pried her hand open and then raised her hand to pull open the door to the hospital room.
With a swift move, she stepped out.
Before leaving, she closed the door behind her.
"Hey, I'm coming with you."
Finally catching her bearings, Liang Zhiqiong blocked the door before it could close, pushed it open, and quickly followed in Mo Shangjun's footsteps.
"This has nothing to do with you."
Heading towards the stairs, Mo Shangjun noticed the persistent Liang Zhiqiong and frowned.
"Mo Shangjun, it was you who said that it's impossible to be helpless in the face of a life in danger." Liang Zhiqiong's expression gradually became resolute, "I can't do that either."
Mo Shangjun paused her steps, then looked at her and chuckled lightly, "Aren't you afraid of dying?"
