The sweet wife is too fierce: Mr. Lu, get out of here!

Hearing Wen Shiyi's answer, An Hao could only sigh, and looked at him somewhat disappointed.

She really wanted to leave Wen Shiyi's contact information, but it seemed that Wen Shiyi really didn't want to have anything to do with them anymore. She understood, but she wanted to work hard for Wen Liang.

She didn't expect Wen Shiyi to forgive Wen Liang, but at least she hoped that the two of them could talk, and she also wanted Wen Shiyi to know that what Wen Liang said back then was not to hurt him, but to hope that he could live.

"Brother-in-law, maybe you should talk to Wen Liang face-to-face," she and Wen Liang are sisters, and they will still be more or less emotionally inclined to Wen Liang.

Wen Shiyi didn't refute when he heard the word brother-in-law, but he didn't show any strange expression like before. He just shook his head and refused, "Go in."

He doesn't want to meet Wen Liang again now, and he doesn't want to think about those things over and over again for Ling Chi himself.

Some people, he can only keep her in his memory, instead of chasing her like a fool.

Anhao watched with regret that Wen Shiyi didn't say anything more, she could only walk towards the inside of the hospital until she reached the hospital door and heard the sound of the engine starting.

When she looked back, the car had already left.

After standing at the door for a while, Anhao stepped into the hospital.

It was very crowded here, even the lobby was full of people, and there were not enough hospital beds at all. Some people could only sit on the ground, with drips in their hands, with indifference and fear on their faces.

The doctors and nurses inside were coming and going, and it could be seen that they were restless even wearing masks, and the white coats on their bodies were stained with various stains.

The patients were all whimpering, panting uncomfortably, wanting to be comforted, but there were simply not enough medical staff, so they could only watch the doctors and nurses wandering around blankly.

There was a smell of disinfectant and sweat in the air, and all kinds of smells were mixed in it, which was so unpleasant that it made people feel a little uncomfortable.

Anhao stepped in. Most of the patients here were locals, and there were very few foreigners. However, the voices here came from different countries, and the skin color and hair color were not only the same, but they all had worries about the patients in their eyes.

The situation here is far more serious than what Qiao Anhao imagined. People who have just been infected with the virus look a little listless, but those who are seriously infected have white spots that are festering and bleeding. Qiao Anhao frowned. Jump.

She carefully avoided these people and wanted to find Mi Ai.

But the lobby was full of people, and An Hao didn't see Mi Ai, so she called a female doctor casually and asked in English, "Hello, do you know where Dr. Mi Ai is now?"

The foreign female doctor gave Qiao An a good look curiously, shook her head, took the drip and left immediately.

An Hao didn't ask, and searched around in the lobby again, but she couldn't find it. The wound on her back was also painful, which made her feel a little uncomfortable, but she didn't dare to touch it lightly.

She randomly found a place to sit down, An Hao straightened her body slightly but didn't dare to find a place to lean on, her eyes searched around, and she didn't have a mobile phone, so she couldn't contact Mi Ai at all.

Resting her head on her hands, An Hao became a little sleepy. She squinted her eyes halfway. There were too many patients around, and no one would notice her at all, as if she was also a patient here.