When Gu Mian saw the woman who had just walked in, she furrowed her eyebrows a little. There was gauze on Lan Qingcheng's neck and she was in a hospital gown. Her face looked extremely pale.
But Gu Mian was well aware that the woman merely sustained superficial wounds. Her injury was nothing compared to that of Su Qianxun's.
'If it weren't for the fact that Qianxun was in luck this time, that cut could have severed her artery, and she could have been dead by now!'
"Miss Su, you're awake. How are you feeling now?" Lan Qingcheng walked to the side of the bed. She seemed anxious.
Su Qianxun tried to sit up. When Gu Mian saw that, she immediately helped Su Qianxun up. She then took a blanket and placed it behind Su Qianxun so that she could lean against it.
"I am all right. Thank you for your concern, Miss Lan." Su Qianxun's lips were very pale due to excessive blood loss. Even her black eyes had gone dim.
