The doctor handed her a confirmation letter in English: "Miss, please sign. The patient's temperature is very high now. If the fever does not go away, he may need to be transferred to another hospital. Our hospital's medical conditions are not very good, and he will need to be transferred to a larger hospital by then.

Go to the hospital."

"Another troublesome aspect is that the patient has undergone brain surgery, and all treatments can only be conservative treatments."

Qiao Muyuan glanced at the confirmation and signed his name.

"Thank you." The doctor took it, "Do you have anything else to ask?"

"What do you need me to do?"

"You may need to recount the patient's previous surgeries so that we can use them as a reference."

Qiao Muyuan could hardly remember that heart-wrenching time. At that time, she thought Ji Changmu would leave her forever, and she worried and cried day and night. Later... Qiao Zhixing performed an operation on him and...

His life was saved.

He saved her, and Zhixing saved him again. After all, they both owe nothing.

It seems like a long time ago, but in fact, it's not that far away.

She and Ji Changmu were not married at that time, but now they are divorced.

Qiao Muyuan couldn't remember too much. She simply told the doctor some things, and the doctor nodded and took notes.

Qiao Muyuan asked again: "Why was he sent to the hospital?"

"He fainted on the road and was rescued. To be honest, the situation was very serious. If it had been a little later, he might have died. I don't understand why he was walking alone in the wilderness on such a rainy day, and he was still there.

There are colds and old illnesses. Once the old illnesses recur, it will be quite troublesome."

Qiao Muyuan lowered his head silently, his long eyelashes drooping.

The doctor didn't say much and took the confirmation letter back to the emergency room to give Ji Changmu an infusion.

Qiao Muyuan sat on the bench in the corridor and waited. Her hands tightly grasped the straps of her backpack. For a long time, her mind went blank and her heart felt empty.

After a long time, Ji Changmu was sent to the ward.

Qiao Muyuan went in to see him.

The man was lying quietly on the hospital bed, wearing a clean hospital gown. His face was as pale as paper, and his lips had no blood at all.

There is a needle stuck on the back of the hand, and a bottle of potion is connected to the top.

"Is he okay?" Qiao Muyuan rushed to Ji Changmu's bedside and raised his head to ask the doctor.

"First see if the fever can go down. If the fever persists, you need to be transferred to the hospital."

"How long does it take to withdraw?"

"I don't know. If it's quick, it would be within twelve hours."

The doctor left the ward.

Qiao Muyuan was sitting on the edge of the bed, her gaze always falling on the man's face. The man's usually cold facial features were even more pale, like frost. He closed his eyes and remained motionless.

Qiao Muyuan reached out and touched his forehead. It was very hot.

Out of guilt, Qiao Muyuan did not leave and stayed with him in the ward.

Time passed by, and Ji Changmu's high fever had not gone away.

"Ji Changmu, please wake up... The debt between us has been settled long ago. You don't owe me anything. In fact, it's fine now. I will go my own way and you will be your teacher." She said softly.

Whispering, lowering his head silently.

After saying that, she said no more and stayed in the ward.

It was raining heavily outside the window, and the lights in the ward were shining warmly.

midnight.

Qiao Muyuan leaned against the bed and took a nap, sleeping peacefully, with a small, white and clean face.
Chapter completed!