When Mo Yuhan arrived at the hospital, he had already finished the examination and was in the process of infusion.

Just before entering the room, Joey stopped him outside the ward and criticized him severely.

"I know that you are the president of Morse group. You are very high, and you can make every day. But if you really don't have any time, you might as well not get married. How many hours have it been since her accident happened that you just show up now. In case of any accident, if you can't see it again, would you be happy?" Joey didn't want to lose his temper, but when he saw Mo Yuhan, his anger rubbed up.

Joey's words touched Mo Yuhan's heart. A few years ago, he was late, so he didn't see Shi Chu.

If the same thing happened again, he would regret for life.

Although joy's words were ugly, they were very reasonable. Mo Yuhan pursed his lips and did not refute.

Joey was surprised to see his drooping eyes. He thought he would be angry if his identity was scolded.

But I didn't expect that not only did I lose my temper, but also I had a bit of a wrong attitude.

Because of this, Joey suddenly felt that the man was not hopeless.

"At the beginning of the disease can't continue to drag on. It's best to have surgery as soon as possible to reduce some risks. I can't persuade her. I'm her friend and doctor. What I hope most is that she can live healthily and safely."

"Thank you for your trouble. I'll go in and see her now." Mo Yuhan said faintly, and her eyes were already looking inside through the door of the ward.

"Go in. She should be awake now." Joey's temper was also restrained. He watched Mo Yuhan's body walk in.