The nurse couldn't stay in the patient's room all the time. Before leaving, she took a glance at Lu Jianjun and went to attend her duties.
"Yeah, sister-in-law, the battalion commander and your nephew still need your care. If you want to blame someone, blame me. The bullet was originally aimed at me. The commander pushed me away. I am the one who caused him to be here." Lu Jianjun had been blaming himself these days, so he didn't seem much better than Yun Hao, who was lying thin as a stick on the bed.
Yun's mother glanced at Lu Jianjun. Her gaze then rested on her son, lying on the hospital bed. What could she say?
Meng Yunhan merely glanced at Lu Jianjun lightly, and her gaze moved to the large and small figures lying on the bed. Her focus converged on them.
She couldn't utter comforting words, and she wouldn't accept an apology.
She suddenly remembered a classic saying from her past life: If apology worked, why would we need the police?
So, she wouldn't accept this apology.