What a pity for Bei Jiang.
Nan Fei felt a bit melancholic, but this slight melancholy quickly dissipated.
In the treatment room, a patient and a doctor discussed the condition as if they were in a meeting, logical and based on various analyses, along with various speculations about possible scenarios. In the end, they even debated whether to choose conservative treatment or surgical treatment.
It was quite unorthodox.
Xing Yu, standing outside the room, grew paler as he listened. His jaw, firm and determined, was tightly clenched due to his emotions, and his shock didn't fade for a long time.
Jiang Nanfei was really so seriously ill?
Could she die at any moment?
Impossible! Could it really be?
If she was already this ill, why would Major General Huo still let her participate in military training? Right, she came to the hospital alone for an examination to keep it a secret from everyone.
That was really foolish.
