Jiang Ci had an acquaintance at the police station, so he took Ning'an and left.

The car he drove in person, Qingjun's face was indescribable helpless: "You and Mo Xiu are really right. They are both ancestors who tortured people at night. One of them just served him and fell asleep in the hospital, and the other ran away from home and went to the police station. Why don't you get together and don't harm others."

"Don't talk nonsense!" Ning An got angry, "I'm not familiar with him."

"Okay, not familiar, not familiar. Mo Xiu is a shrewd man, scheming, and he loves to calculate. He has to make more profits than pay for anything he does, but he saved you, which is the biggest failure."

"Don't mention him."

"Okay, don't mention it, you're such a little ancestor." Jiang Ci had no choice but to take advantage of the two of them, and he was considered unlucky. "Ning'an, I don't know what you ran away from you. Your eyes have not yet been well. If you leave me, your eyes will not be well. Do you know?"

"How could it be that there is more than you in the world than a doctor." Ning An muttered.

"I have diagnosed your eyes with one hand. I can clearly see what medicine to use, how much dosage to use, and what surgery I have performed. It is clear that the wound cannot be infected, so I have to take the medicine on time. If I leave me, who is so responsible for you?"

Ning An stopped talking and bowed his head in disrespect.

She actually knew in her heart that she could leave Mo Xiu in anger, but she could not live without Jiang Ci for the time being.

Jiang Ci took Ning'an to the hospital where he worked.

He roughly knew why Ning An ran out of the Mo family, and the two quarreled again.

"Mo Xiu has a bad temper, but this is the first time I have seen him quarrel with a woman, and you are still good." Jiang Ci ridiculed, "He is like this, I really don't know what you quarrel with him. He doesn't cooperate with the treatment and likes to smoke, drink and socialize. I really don't know how many years he can live like this."

As he spoke, Jiang Ci's voice lowered, with infinite loneliness and melancholy.

Ning An wanted to refute it, but when he heard Jiang Ci say this, he didn't say anything anymore.

After a while, no one spoke.

Maybe she was not generous enough, no matter what, her eyes could be cured, but Mo Xiu could only be a disabled person.

"He had gastritis again tonight, and gastric bleeding came to me." Jiang Ci said lightly, "I am not a god, I can save him for a while, but I can't save him for a lifetime. He gave up on himself, what can I do?"

"No," said Ning An, "If he really gave up on himself, he wouldn't have made the company so big."

"Ha, what do you know? He is a man with physical disabilities and lonely. If he has no career, wouldn't he be worthy of living in this world?"

Ning An stopped talking.

Jiang Ci took her to her department, the office was large and there was also a room for rest.

"Ning'an, I'll tell you clearly that there is no place for you to live here. If you still want to stay here for me to treat your eyes, you should go back to the Mo family obediently. Mo Xiu's family has rooms, but I don't."

"I can't go back if I don't live with him!" Ning An protested.

"It's up to you." Jiang Ci took the medicine box, put on a mask, and left the department.

He went to see Mo Xiu.

A bottle of potion had been hung, Mo Xiu was half lying on the bed, his eyes closed, expressionless, and the hospital's hospital gown was a bit big on him.

Jiang Ci checked him, but he didn't speak, but his attitude was serious and he didn't resist anymore.

By accident, Jiang Ci kicked the small object on the carpet.
Chapter completed!