The door was locked, Murong Nuan felt a sank, raised her feet and kicked her hard on the door, and rushed in.

In the empty room, there was no doctor except Tong Beicheng lying on the bed.

She knocked open the bathroom door, and the open window swayed in the wind. Apparently, the man had just flipped out of the window.

"Tong Beicheng!" Murong Nuan returned to the ward like a whirlwind, and then she realized that his face had been a little paler than before, and he was unconscious on the bed.

She rang the first aid bell in fear, and the doctor and nurse rushed in quickly.

After a while, Tong Beicheng, who had recovered from suffocation, finally woke up weakly.

At first glance, he saw Murong Nuan in front of the bed, and he twitched his lips, as if he wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Zhou Qinghong who broke in.

"Beicheng! Are you doing well?" She held Tong Beicheng's hand tightly, with a nervous expression, "I wouldn't have left just now if I had known!"

"Mr. Zhou——"

"Don't talk!" Zhou Qinghong slapped over in the face, with an angry face, "If it weren't for you implicating him, how could he have become like this? Isn't it enough for you to work with Shangguan Yao to harm others?" Her face was full of hatred. If she could kill people with her eyes, Murong Nuan would have died hundreds of times long ago.

"Qinghong, don't go too far!" Seeing her slap, he felt a little heartbroken. He bowed and thought of protecting her, but fell down weakly.

Murong Nuan lowered her head, her slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and she didn't know how to explain all this.
Chapter completed!