Are Her Injuries Worse Than Mine?

In the quiet ward, the intravenous drip was flowing down drop by drop. Chu Ningyi could almost count the number of drops. 

The little darling lay sobbing on the bed as his tiny hand clutched his mommy's clothes. It was clear that he had been shocked.

The doctor adjusted the speed of the intravenuous infusion and looked at the despondent Chu Ningyi. He shook his head helplessly. In the ten years that he had known Chu Ningyi, this was the first time he had ever seen Chu Ningyi like this.

"Your wife will be fine, it's just a mild cerebral concussion. It looks severe but it's not that bad," said the doctor.

Chu Ningyi returned to his senses and nodded at the doctor. However, just as the doctor was about to leave, he called him back. "In a while, if anyone asks, tell them that her injuries are severe and that we don't know when she'll wake up."

"Mm?" The doctor was confused. "Why?"