That was Meng Yu's first setback.
Maybe the first time is always special, so he can't forget it deep down.
He always wants to compete with Qiao Lian again.
Of course, there are other reasons...
He doesn't want to see someone so talented be ruined like this.
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Chuzheng took Qiao Lian to the hospital.
The doctor quickly examined him.
"His hand was injured before..." The doctor came out and said to Chuzheng: "If you sent him later, it might have been useless."
Chuzheng leaned against the wall, her back pressed against the cold surface.
"Use the best techniques to treat him."
The doctor sighed and didn't guarantee: "We'll do our best."
After talking with the doctor, Chuzheng pushed open the hospital room door and went in.
Qiao Lian lay pale on the bed, eyes tightly shut, with sweat still on his forehead.
Chuzheng's fingertips brushed aside the hair on Qiao Lian's forehead, revealing his smooth, full forehead.
