553 Would Her Hand Recover? (3)

Just like a male eagle with broken wings and that could no longer fly.

As these thoughts crossed his mind, he tightened his hand around hers.

How much he wished that he was suffering from the injury instead!

Very soon, they arrived at the doctor's office.

The specialist was an middle-aged man in his forties to fifties. He had sent the remaining patients home before Shen Liangchuan arrived.

Because of his special identity, of course, he couldn't be seen going in and out of hospitals.

This was a private hospital, hence it was better set up in terms of both confidentiality and environment.

Qiao Lian stepped into the doctor's office. When she saw the elderly doctor, her eyes narrowed. He looked familiar.

Moreover, the moment the elderly doctor saw her, he paused in surprise. "You are… Ms. Qiao?"

His remark confirmed even more Qiao Lian's suspicions.

Her eyes lit up at once. "Are you… Director Zhao?"