"Are you sure you only hurt your forehead? Do you have any other injuries on your body?" Wen Xiao'ai worried that Jun Moyan might have other injuries, considering how seriously wounded Second Brother was.
"No."
"And you, Qing Yi? Are you hurt?" Wen Xiao'ai looked at Qing Yi on the side.
"I'm fine," Qing Yi responded.
"How did this happen? Did the car you were in break down?" Wen Xiao'ai asked.
"A large truck suddenly changed lanes and crashed into us. The truck driver died on the spot," Qing Yi explained.
"That sounds terrible." Wen Xiao'ai felt a pang of anxiety, the incident left her quite shaken.
She couldn't help but hold Jun Moyan's hand tightly.
Just as everyone was bracing themselves for a long wait, the door to the operating room opened.
Feng Liyan walked out leisurely, hands pocketed in his coat, looking clean and neat.
Aside from looking a bit paler than before, there was no sign that he had just been inside saving a life.
