Ling Chuxia finished bandaging her wound, while Shi Che had just completed his examination. His body had multiple fractures, his right ankle ligament was injured, and he also suffered a mild concussion.
Word by word, these terms were spoken from the doctor's mouth. Ling Chuxia listened with a pale face, her hands clenched tightly, oblivious to her nails cruelly digging into her palms.
Even though Shi Che's life was no longer in danger, he was still severely injured.
If... If Shi Che hadn't thrown himself over to embrace her in the nick of time, if he hadn't used his strength to drag her, then perhaps he wouldn't have been injured, at least not as severely as he now was, lying unconsciously on the hospital bed.
Ling Chuxia unconsciously covered her lips with her hands, tears streaming down relentlessly.
The night deepened.
