An An nodded, she found the porridge too porridge-like and directly ate bread, swallowing it down with milk.
Now she couldn't care less about the taste, as long as she's full, then she would have the energy to take care of Lu Mingfei.
An An ate a piece of bread, drank a cup of milk, and then rushed to the intensive care unit.
In the intensive care unit, Qiao Lu and Zuo Mufeng, along with Director Li, were recording data.
Qiao Lu noticed that Lu Mingfei's various vital signs were gradually stabilizing, and finally let out a sigh of relief.
If the condition had a setback, the consequences would be severe.
Luckily, it didn't matter how bad his spinal injury was; as long as his life was preserved, that's what's important.
Only by preserving his life could further treatment be considered.
Through the glass, An An soon saw Lu Mingfei being sent into the intensive care unit.
Her emotions were stirred, looking at him, feeling complex inside.
