When Nangong Xi was being carried out, the injured area was indeed tightly bound with strips of cloth.
It was Qiangwei's doing.
Grateful, Tang Yuyan couldn't help but stand and walk towards Gu Qiangwei, her gaze shifting between her and Qin Sijue beside her.
She knew very well that given Qin Sijue's personality and his hatred for the Nangong Family, he wouldn't have saved a member of the Nangong Family now or even in the past.
If he hadn't provided a timely blood transfusion today, her son might not have had the chance to make it to this hospital room, so at this moment, Tang Yuyan didn't even know what to say to both of them.
Her first look was at Qin Sijue, and a thousand words coalesced into just two, about to slip out, "Thank ..."
But before she could even utter another word, Qin Sijue, as if knowing what she was about to say, suddenly turned around and left the hospital room indifferently.
