It seemed that Nalanda had already seen her downfall through her eyes.
Lin Xiyuan remained calm. She glanced at Nalanda and said indifferently, "Doctor Nalan must have had too much to drink."
Nalanda did not speak but smiled mysteriously, then disappeared into the boundless night. His silhouette appeared both enigmatic and desolate.
Lin Xiyuan watched Nalanda's retreating figure and narrowed her eyes slightly before she too turned and left.
The Imperial Capital.
Duanmu Zhe's private plane landed directly at the largest hospital in the Imperial Capital.
Despite the late hour, it was the hospital director himself who received Duanmu Zhe.
Moreover, it was the director and the deputy director who personally performed surgery on Mo Qingyi.
The surgery took a long time, and since it was late at night, Duanmu Zhe did not inform the elders of both families.
By the time the surgery ended, dawn was breaking.