The ward was surrounded by white walls, and Ji Wei lay in a coma. On the hospital bed, her wrist wrapped in layers of gauze hung weakly by the side.
Leng Yan sat in the chair next to her, looking at her face, pale as paper, and sighed slightly.
The doctor said she was brought in time and is out of danger. They gave her a sedative, and she should wake up before dawn.
The phone in his pocket vibrated gently, and he stepped out of the ward. Seeing the number on the phone, a trace of guilt flashed in his dark eyes.
"Nuannuan." Pressing the answer button, Leng Yan spoke softly. His voice carried an unavoidable hoarseness due to a sleepless night and not drinking a drop of water.
"Yan, are you uncomfortable?" Sensing the abnormality in his voice, Wen Nuan asked worriedly, "How's the company? Is the problem serious?"
"I'm fine, just a bit hoarse. Took care of it in time, the company didn't suffer much loss." Leng Yan closed his eyes, a bitter smile on his lips.
