Gu Baisheng followed Qu Xiaobo and Zhang Kai to Xiao Rong's ward.
Xiao Rong sat on the bed, and his eyes were blank as if he had been frightened by the previous events.
He was like a wooden puppet, sitting in a daze at every turn.
"Xiao Rong?"
Gu Baisheng called him.
Hearing the voice, Xiao Rong was like a grass resurrected in spring and instantly became alive.
His eyes shined brightly.
Looking at Gu Baisheng, he was also refreshed.
He raised his hand, wanting to gesture with sign language.
However, one hand was in infusion, and the other hand had just been sutured.
At this moment, neither hand could move casually.
So, he pursed his lips and looked at Gu Baisheng silently.
Gu Baisheng exchanged glances with Zhang Kai.
Zhang Kai motioned to Gu Baisheng to ask him.
Then, Gu Bai
