A little over thirty minutes later, Fang Zhen arrived at Xiahai City People's Hospital.
The restaurant where he'd eaten wasn't far from the hospital, but he had made a trip home in between to grab a bottle of Gwendolyn's Alchemy Ointment.
Xia Siwei's face had been slashed. If Fang Zhen hadn't known, he would have left it at that. But now that he did, his personality compelled him to get involved.
It wasn't some hero complex, just basic human decency.
Xia Siwei and Fang Zhen weren't close, but she had helped him before. They were no longer strangers and were starting to get to know each other.
Isn't that how relationships are built—through mutual help and a little give and take?
Now, Xia Siwei's face was injured and would be scarred. Fang Zhen knew exactly what being disfigured meant for a girl, especially a young and beautiful one.
