Huangfu Ao would never hesitate, not even at the foot of the imperial city—he feared neither heaven nor earth. But when scolded by Leng Zimo, he simply curled his lip and didn’t dare to retort.
"My car is over there!"
When he spoke again, Huangfu Ao’s voice was eight degrees lower.
Leng Zimo looked away and carrying Luo Xiaoqian, walked over. Huangfu Ao closed the car door for him, then put away the umbrella and started the car to leave the compound.
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General Hospital No. 256.
Special Guardian ward on the 6th floor.
Leng Zimo sat on the couch in the lounge, while a doctor in a white coat carefully pried open his shirt and suit.
Seeing the shocking wound on his arm, the young doctor put down the scissors he was holding.
"Shall we use some anesthetic?"
Having received special instructions from Huangfu Ao beforehand, the young doctor also kept his voice very low.
"No!"
Leng Zimo gently refused.
In his arms, Luo Xiaoqian was covered with a blanket, her hands still clutching tightly at his shirt.
Her eyes were drooping, and although she was sleeping, her brows were still furrowed, and her body would occasionally twitch slightly, clearly not sleeping peacefully.
Luo Xiaoqian was in his arms—if anesthesia was used on his arm, he wouldn’t be able to exert any strength for several hours, which would affect her rest.
The girl had finally fallen asleep; he didn’t want to wake her up.
"But..."
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