Shang Ying's advancing footsteps halted abruptly.
His eyes trembled slightly.
Xu Ji's gaze was cold and deep.
It reached an extreme degree of coldness.
Shang Ying felt some reluctance but didn't dare to make another sound.
He was somewhat afraid of Xu Ji.
To anyone, Xu Ji appeared to be a gentle and refined person.
Yet he oddly radiated a sense of aloofness and indifference that kept people at bay.
The aura he emitted made others unconsciously feel fear.
Shang Ying's eyes cautiously settled on Gu Xi again.
Gu Xi, who had fallen into unconsciousness, had now recovered slightly, her complexion was no longer as abnormal as before.
Xu Ji bent down and lifted Gu Xi from the emergency bed.
The nurse exclaimed in surprise, "Doctor Xu?"
"She is my patient, I will make arrangements." Having said that, he turned around with Gu Xi in his arms.
A few young nurses glanced at each other as they watched Xu Ji's retreating back, then turned their gaze to Shang Ying.