Shen Zhigang's expression looked very grim, not even he himself had any confidence, as for Shen Yueru, there was no need to say more—father and daughter exchanged a glance, worry filling both their eyes.
"Nurse, how is my sister's condition?"
Shen Yueru asked.
"Miss Shen, your sister is still in resuscitation, I don't know the details inside."
"Then, how was my sister injured in the first place?"
Shen Yueru asked.
"I heard that your sister was stabbed five or six times in the chest with a fruit knife by a man, and she collapsed into a pool of blood, motionless. When she was brought to the hospital, your sister's clothes, backpack, that black bag, they were all drenched in her blood."
As the female nurse spoke plainly, Shen Zhigang and Shen Yueru looked even more worried.
When Shen Zhigang had arrived earlier, that nurse had already returned all of Shen Xingru's belongings to him.