Chapter 39 The hypocritical white lotus

Leon was passing through the corridor when suddenly, a crisp voice as clear as a nightingales rang out, "Leon!" The voice carried a note of surprise and impatience. Upon hearing this voice, the doctors and nurses who hadn't dared to breathe a moment ago collectively trembled, their gaze immediately falling upon the fearless person who had made the sound. The woman in front of them was petite and charming, pure and beautiful like a butterfly. She was taking steps towards Leon. The nurses who had experienced the darkness of the previous night quickly vacated this dangerous area. Leon paused for a moment, slightly turning his head. His enchanting expression revealed a hint of impatience. With just a glance, he retracted his gaze and continued to walk forward. Maria, feeling a bit wronged, quickened her pace for a couple of steps and said softly, "Leon, I came to visit my sister. I made some chicken soup for her."