C48 Coming to His Door

The morning light shone in through the curtains in the wind. In the clean and clean hospital building, the walls were pasted with the words No smoking, no noise to prevent propaganda. Lu Xiaoning lowered his head and walked up the stairs. He still remembered Chiang Zhiyu's room number.

Fifth floor, third room, leaning against the handrails of the stairs. When Lu Xiaoning rushed over