The ward is still luxurious, divided into living room and room.

Qin Yue was lying on the hospital bed in the room, lying quietly, except that his face was paler than usual, his breathing and body temperature were the same as usual, as if he was just asleep, not unconscious.

Looking at Qin Yue's appearance, Jian Ran's heart was as painful as a knife being twisted, her nose was sore and she wanted to shed tears, but she raised her head and forced the tears back.