"It's nothing," the old Madam Nan shook her head and said to the driver, "Go to the nearest hospital from here."
"Yes."
The driver, with a military background, was decisive in action and had been familiar with the roads of Jiang City for many years. At Madam Nan's command, he immediately started the car and took the nearest route to the hospital entrance.
Upon entering the hospital, they indeed saw Nan Sichen in the emergency room corridor, his face worn with exhaustion.
At that moment, his clothing was almost entirely dry, though the areas soaked with blood still carried a stench of iron, marked by dark red stains.
His gaze was bloodshot as he stared fixedly at the illuminated light above the emergency room door, unmoving as if frozen in place.
"Brother," Tao Miao's voice trembled as she called him, but he seemed not to hear her at all, still intently watching that light.
Old Madam Nan approached Nan Sichen, her heart souring slightly, and called out, "Chenchen."