In the VIP ward in the hospital, it was full of people. Those who were "good" friends came to visit Shen Weiran.
Shen Weiran was lying in the bed. There was a smile on her face but it was not very real.
"Weiran, don't worry. After some time, the cut on your forehead will go away," a lady said to her.
"Yeah, just a small cut. Weiran, you don't have to worry about scars at all. Not to mention that plastic surgeries nowadays are so good. There will be no scars at all," another lady said.
Shen Weiran looked at the two and said with a smile, "I'm lucky to be still alive. Why would I care about scars anymore?"
The two ladies' expressions changed a little. Shen Weiran was so open about it, they were the ones who looked bad.
