C851 Request

When Zhou Yi ran into the hospital, Mo Qingcheng was already waiting for him at the entrance.

"What's wrong? Qingcheng, what's so uncomfortable about this? " Zhou Yi held Mo Qingcheng's hand nervously and put two fingers on her wrist.

Mo Qingcheng looked at him with a smile but did not reply. She was just waiting for the results of Zhou Yi's own inspection