In the interrogation room, the police are interrogating the gangsters.

It is true that someone instructed them to arrest Jing Qingran, but they only took money to do things, and they didn't know who the person who wanted to disfigure Jing Qingran was.

Jing Qingran thought, she hasn't offended any actor in the entertainment industry, how could someone ask a gangster to disfigure her appearance?

Maybe someone secretly hated her, so he would find gangsters to disfigure her face and make her unable to be an actor.

Thinking of this, Jing Qingran shook his head with a wry smile, he is not a big star, why did he scratch my face? If it's jealousy, this method is too despicable!

The gangsters were detained in the police station for half a year, Jing Qingran and Mu Zhengchen were justified and innocent.

And so it was settled.

……

Walking out of the police station, at this moment, the sun has completely set, and the sky and the earth are dark.

"Miss Jing, I'll go first." Nangong Yu said to Jing Qingran.

"Mr. Nangong, where are you going?" Jing Qingran asked.

"Back to the hospital." Nangong Yu Road.

"I'll go too, after all, I caused Mu Shao to be so seriously injured, and I also have my responsibility for this." Jing Qingran said.

"Okay." Nangong Yu nodded slightly.

Afterwards, the two took a car and drove to the hospital.

Nothing to say all the way.

In the hospital, in the ward, Mu Zhengchen has been lying on the bed, and there is a hanging bottle next to the bed, which is a single ward.

The door was gently pushed open, and the steps were as light as possible.

"Mr. Nangong, if you have something to do, you can get busy first, I'll take care of Mu Shao here." Jing Qingran said.

"I'm sorry for you." Nangong Yu nodded to her, and then, looking at the young master who was already unconscious on the hospital bed, and then, turning around and walking out of the ward, the door was gently closed.

In the ward, one sat and one lay down, one woke and one unconscious.

The moon rises outside the window.

The light was bright, the man's lips were pale, and Jing Qingran sat on the edge of the bed, looking at his face.

She has looked at this face for a long time, from ancient times to modern times, even in her own mind, this face is the longest to see.

It was too familiar, but she couldn't recognize the face in front of her as the face she missed in her mind.

It's painful.

She smiled and shook her head, wanting to reach out and touch the face, but she couldn't do it, so she could only sit on the edge of the bed and look at him.

His lips seemed dry, and Jing Qingran got up to find water.

The water was gently poured on his lips, and the thin lips seemed to open, and then she took the glass of water and fed him very slowly, slowly, for fear that he would choke.

Half a cup of water went down, and Jing Qingran took the glass away from his lips.

His face seems to be a little hot? It seemed to be a little cold again, thinking of this, Jing Qingran reached out and probed his forehead, it was hot.

Jing Qingran walked out of the ward, went to find a basin of water and a handkerchief, a few minutes later, she walked into the ward with a basin of water, a white handkerchief was placed in the basin, she put the basin on the small table, she wrung out the handkerchief, gently wiped it on his face with a handkerchief, and then washed the handkerchief again, wrung it out, folded it and put it on his forehead.

And so on and so forth.

Some people came to see Mu Shao, and Jing Qingran stayed by his bedside and told the people who came to visit to be quieter.

It was late at night, Jing Qingran thought that she would come to see him again tomorrow, and she was about to get up and go out, but she was stopped by a voice.

"Well clear."

The voice was soft and faint, as if the wind was about to disperse when it blew.

It was the man's voice, but he hadn't woken up yet, his eyes had been closed, and he seemed to be dreaming.