Watching the doctor inject the tranquilizer into her body, An Ge's tears slid down, and the person collapsed in Quan Mo's arms, and his whole pale face was full of powerless collapse and despair......

She leaned weakly against his chest, tears streaming into her mouth, bitter to the core.

"I really can't hold it anymore...... Quan Mo ......" she muttered in a low voice, and there was no light in her eyes, "I'm tired...... I'm really tired......"

She was tired.

She couldn't have had so much energy to fight with Xi Wei and his wife anymore.

She wanted to be relieved, she didn't want to remember the events of ten years ago over and over again, to remember the destruction of her family...... She just wants to be free......

"It's okay, it's okay."

Kwon Mo said repeatedly, repeating that it was okay.

He picked her up sideways, and An Ge fell into his arms, his vision gradually blurred, and he passed out in his arms.

Quan Mo carried An Ge to the hospital bed with an expressionless face, covered her with a quilt, and reached out to wipe the tears from her face, making her look like she had never cried.

The doctor stepped aside and reinserted a needle into the back of Ange's hand to let her continue the infusion.

"Mr. Quan, it's time to change the dressing for the burn on your back."

A nurse walked over and respectfully reminded.

Quan Mo's gaze always stayed on An Ge's face, and his dark eyes were so deep that it was impossible to see what he was thinking at the moment......

——★——★——★——★——

It was quiet in the infirmary.

Kwon Mo's face was grim and expressionless, and he reached out indifferently to unbutton and take off his shirt.

The doctor walked behind him, removed the gauze, and tore the flesh to cause a pain that went straight to his heart, Quan Mo pursed his lips and didn't even move his eyebrows.

"Mr. Quan, you really don't need anesthesia?"

The two nurses stood aside, looking at the pain and heartbreaking.

"No, you don't."

Quan Mo spoke, and the words were calm and cold.

The gauze was removed, revealing a terrible burn on Quan Mo's back, which was pulled from his shoulders to his waist, making people dare not look directly......

"......" The two nurses looked at each other, and the meaning in their eyes was conveyed.

Thankfully, not in the face.

But this burn is terrifying enough, looking at the flawless half of the skin next to him, and then looking at the burned skin, people can't wait to smooth out the injury for him.

While treating the wound, the doctor said, "Mr. Quan, we can arrange for skin grafting." ”

The woman lying in the fire was unscathed and rescued from gastric lavage.

The man who rushed into the fire had such severe burns.

"No, you don't."

Quan Mo said indifferently, endured the pain and let the doctor apply the medicine, re-covered with gauze, he stood up, put on his shirt back, and tied it back one button after another, extremely elegant.

From start to finish.

He didn't even show the slightest pain that was unbearable, as if the injury wasn't on him.

The doctor looked at the changed gauze and frowned, "Mr. Quan, if you think I'm annoying, I still have to say something, it's best to infuse it a few more times, it's hard to say that there will be no inflammation in this way, it's better to be careful." ”

“……”

Quan Mo glanced at him coldly and did not speak.

The doctor said no more.

Kwon Mo walked out of the infirmary and walked to the intensive care unit.

Outside the ward, a large number of bodyguards were on duty, and when they saw Quan Mo, they all lowered their heads, "President." ”

“……”

Kwon Mo was silent.

Inside the large piece of glass, Xi Wei was lying in the intensive care unit and had not yet woken up, surrounded by a variety of instruments, numbers beating, and half of her face was covered with white gauze......

Sylvester was badly injured than Ange.