Chapter 696 (1/2)

After receiving a call from the hospital, Mo Jingshen left XI Base and headed for the hospital.

Dr. Wendell said that when Ji Nuan was abducted by those Cambodians her head must have hit somewhere when she was taken to the car. The injury to her head caused a subarachnoid hemorrhage, which was not fatal, but the timing of her awakening or even recovery became unpredictable.

Mo Jingshen returned to the hospital in the same clothes, black trousers, and a black T-shirt. As he was told that it was unknown when Ji Nuan would wake up, he looked a bit decadent and depressed.

Except for changing and showering, he hadn’t freshened himself up for days. His short black hair was blown messy by the wind. On his handsome face, his facial features were so defined. He coldly left.

He walked to the outside of the ICU and gazed through the glass.

Ji Nuan was so weak now that she couldn’t have brain surgery in the operation room but in the ICU.

Through the protection glass, Mo Jingshen looked silently at Ji Nuan who was lying there and didn’t even need to be anesthetized during the operation, because she was completely unconscious.

The doctors were busy operating on her. From time to time, the medical devices beeped and images of cardiac respiratory and blood pressure monitoring flickered.

He looked at the faint heartbeats shown in the image and a dark gleam flickered across his eyes. His tall and straight figure seemed to freeze in front of the glass.

K hurried to the hospital, only to see Mo Jingshen coldly standing. He quickly walked up to him.

K knew Ji Nuan was still in danger and Mr. Mo couldn’t leave the hospital soon, so he respectfully reported to him Atuta’s situation in the base who would survive only for a few days, and briefly told him how he had dealt with Atuta’s men. Then he left and didn’t disturb him anymore.

The corridor outside the ICU was silent again.

Mo Jingshen looked at Ji Nuan who lay unconscious, slowly raised his hand, and put it on the glass.

He gradually closed his palm, clenched his fist, and his joints turned white.

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A week later…

Ji Nuan had still not awoken. She had an oxygen tube in her nose and a needle in the back of her hand. The back of her hand, which was full of holes, was pale except for the bruise of pinholes.

But fortunately, since this morning, her wounds had gradually healed and her internal organs injured by the bullet had also recovered well. Although she was still in intensive care, she could be visited for two hours a day.

Qin Siting walked into the ward and saw Mo Jingshen sitting by the bed and looking at Ji Nuan who was sleeping.

These days as Ji Nuan was in a coma, Mo Jingshen had been accompanying her and entrusting all the affairs of his company to his assistant and vice president. Ji Nuan couldn’t eat and Mo Jingshen also barely ate these days and they had to take him to the dining table to make him eat something.