In a hospital on the outskirts, a doctor emerged from the ward and saw a man at the door in a suit, his eyes cold and stern.
He naturally assumed he was Cheng Weiyue's boyfriend and explained, "Your girlfriend is quite weak. She just lost too much blood, and we stitched up the wounds and administered an anesthetic. She is still unconscious now. The porcelain shard cut was very deep, and it's highly likely that it will leave a scar."
Zhao Hanchen looked down at the bloodstains on his fingertips.
That deep?
Yet, all along the way, the young girl bore it silently, never showing a sign of weakness.
He had thought it was just a minor wound, not realizing it was so serious.
Zhao Hanchen was somewhat at a loss for words.
It was Ye Cheng who, seeing this, took the initiative to say, "Thank you, Doctor, for your trouble."
The doctor nodded, said it was nothing, and left.