บท 1472: The Wound Would Not Heal

"General Nangong, do you have any instructions?"

"Put my clothes on her."

Nangong Jin was wearing his military coat. Mu Chenxiang had rushed back from the International Film Festival's gala at the last minute. As she had left in a hurry, she had not called her assistant nor taken her clothes with her. Up until now, she had been wearing that hollowed-out evening gown with a short jacket that her assistant had placed in the car.

The soldier at the side immediately obeyed. He removed Nangong Jin's military coat and handed it to Mu Chenxiang with both hands.

Mu Chenxiang accepted the jacket without any pretenses and put it on naturally in front of Nangong Jin. Then she touched Nangong Jin's burning forehead and said, "I won't catch a cold. Don't worry."

A look of satisfaction appeared in Nangong Jin's eyes before he let the doctor push him into the operating theater.