"I think I'd better go over now." Jiang Yao suddenly stood up. She accidentally bumped her nose into Lu Xingzhi's chest. She pouted, touched her slightly reddened nose, glanced at Lu Xingzhi, and patted his chest. "Are you made of iron and stone?"
"Did it hurt?"
Lu Xingzhi's heart ached when he saw her reddened nose. "How old are you? Why are you still so reckless?"
He raised his hand and rubbed the tip of her nose before asking her again, "You want to go over now? But the other people in the hospital are probably resting now, right?"
Jiang Yao said, "I'm going to the hospital to look for the doctor who will perform the surgery on her tomorrow. I want to see their plan and medication. I want to change some of my medication for her. Perhaps it will give her a little more chance of survival."
That was the only thing she could do. Sure enough, if she took over the surgery, the success rate would be higher, but it was not 100 percent successful.