In the blink of an eye, three days had passed.
Yang Chen's wounds had already scabbed over and were almost healed.
Seeing that Yang Chen was alright, Ye Xin started to get busy again. After all, the attempted murder was no small matter and had to be thoroughly investigated.
Yang Chen sat idly in the small garden outside, resting and watching the incoming patients and their accompanying family members, feeling at peace.
At this moment, a young man in a white shirt and dress pants walked over, looking irritable. He sat on the bench next to Yang Chen and lit a cigarette.
Yang Chen was a bit troubled. He had already decided to quit smoking, but this guy was tempting him right beside him.
Yang Chen shook his head and prepared to get up, deciding out of sight, out of mind.
Just then, Chen Siyan jogged over with a lunchbox in her hand.
