Inside the hospital, when Qiao Yu arrived, Gao Yang came out to pick him up.
"Brother!"
"How is it?" Qiao Yu asked.
Gao Yang sighed,"he has three broken ribs, a concussion, and no need to mention the external injuries."
"Is he still unconscious?" Qiao Yu continued to ask.
"He just woke up. Let's go in and see him." Gao Yang turned around and pushed the door open.
As soon as he entered the room, Qiao Yu smelled a pungent smell. It was the smell of medicine and alcohol mixed together.
Mu Zichen was lying on the hospital bed. His head was wrapped in bandages, and his face was swollen. His eyes were like a Panda 's.
His exposed arms were also wrapped in bandages, and the parts that were not bandaged were also covered in bruises.
The door was pushed open. He turned his head to look at the person who came in and said in a low voice,"Alex, what are you doing here?"
"What's going on?" Qiao Yu put down his luggage and looked at mu Zichen with a frown.
