"Master, let me go in and take a look."
Baili Xia looked at him indifferently, a hint of pleading appearing on her face.
"Let her go, she'll only be at ease once she's gone."
Behind her, Xiaoyao's calm voice was heard.
Baili Xia glanced back at him gratefully, her gaze returning to Nangong Xu.
Here, he was the only one who could make the decision.
After a moment of contemplation, Nangong Xu nodded and turned to walk inside.
Baili Xia composed herself, tidied herself up briefly, and then followed him into the medical room.
The room was filled with the strong smell of disinfectant, with specks of blood staining the white sheets.
Mu Xiaojiu lay on the operating table, attached to an IV drip.
His eyes were tightly closed, as if he had already fallen asleep.
Baili Xia's heart tightened, and she quickly walked to the side of the operating table.
Wanting to touch him, but afraid to do so.
