Mr. Rong, please stay. Miss Sang doesn't want to be a widow.

"Transferred to the capital, is the injury aggravated?"

Ming Zhan's handsome face was slightly tense, and the blue veins on his forehead were faintly visible, trembling slightly with the rapid beating of his heart. Sweat began to seep out of his forehead, flickering with light.

Bo Xinglan whispered, "I'm sorry, senior, I'm not very clear."

Ming Zhan's chest heaved, and the wound on his left shoulder was pulled, causing him to frown in pain.

Seeing this, Bo Xinglan's heart tightened and he asked anxiously, "Senior, what's wrong with you? Do you want to call a doctor?"

Ming Zhan pursed his lips and waved at her.

Bo Xinglan asked worriedly, "Senior, how about we ask a doctor to come over and take a look?"

Ming Zhan was about to speak when the bodyguard pushed the door open and whispered something in his ear.

"What?" Ming Zhan's eyes suddenly widened, as if they were instantly stretched to their limits by an invisible force, with an unbelievable light flashing in his pupils.

Bo Xinglan was stunned and hesitated whether to leave.

The bodyguard spoke to Ming Zhan again, and the muscles on Ming Zhan's face twisted slightly in shock, forming an indescribable expression. He seemed to be frozen in that moment.

The air around seemed to be frozen, and even breathing became unusually heavy and slow.

"Senior?" Bo Xinglan's body stiffened and his pupils widened slightly.

Ming Zhan didn't say anything. He lifted the quilt, got out of bed, and went to the bathroom.

Bo Xinglan stood in the ward, his breathing became light and slow, the rise and fall of his chest almost imperceptible, like a flower that suddenly stopped in the wind.

At this moment, she couldn't leave, nor could she stay.

Ming Zhan went there and didn't come out for a long time.

Bo Xinglan was extremely nervous. When she was about to go over to take a look, 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 to her, "You go back first."

Bo Xinglan watched him leave, bit the corner of his lip, and hurriedly followed, "Senior, wherever you go, I'll accompany you."

Ming Zhan said, "Sixth Miss, this is not appropriate."

Bo Xinglan paused and stood still.

Ming Zhan came out of the ward and walked quickly into the elevator.

The bodyguards followed closely, one in front and one behind.

The moment Ming Yu died, Ming Zhan became the new head of the Ming family.

Half an hour later.

Ming Zhan appeared at the gate of Nanshan Villa.

The bodyguard rang the doorbell.

The black iron gate slowly opened, and Minglang ran to Mingzhan, "Second Young Master, you're here."

Ming Zhan suppressed his panic and asked him, "How is Wan'er now?"

Minglang's eyes were red and his voice was hoarse. "He hasn't woken up yet."

Ming Zhan walked forward quickly, asking as he walked, "Why don't you send him to the hospital?"

Minglang replied, "The dean said that given Madam's current condition, going to the hospital would be inadvisable."

Ming Zhan couldn't help but frown, "What does this mean?"

Minglang said, "Second Young Master, you'll know in a moment."

Ming Zhan quickened his pace upon hearing this.

The wound on his left shoulder opened and blood oozed out.

But he didn't feel any pain.

Nanshan Villa has only two floors and is surrounded by a quiet environment.

Ming Zhan walked into the bedroom on the first floor, and his pupils shrank.

Sang Yuwan lay quietly on the bed, motionless, her eyes wide open and bloodshot.

She was clearly not asleep, but she didn't respond when others called her.

Rong Zhi held her hand, his eyes lowered, his expression tense, mixed with anticipation and longing.