Zi Fan came to check on Long Sijue's injuries. She shot Su Qianxun a look of disdain and went upstairs right away.
Her attitude left Su Qianxun speechless, but she wanted to know about Long Sijue's condition right then, so she followed Zi Fan anyway.
Once they were upstairs, Zi Fan began to examine Long Sijue. His internal injuries had mostly recovered, so did his ribs. At last, she unwrapped the gauze around Long Sijue's arm.
Su Qianxun gazed at the hideous surgical wound. Since the doctors had stitched it up, she could see the stitch marks on it. It looked like a giant centipede on his arm. It was a horrific sight and an eyesore.
Su Qianxun stared at this wound. She felt as if she could barely breathe. He had gotten that wound for trying to save her.
As she recalled the look on his face when he tried to cut off his arm, she felt as though her heart had been split in half and was bleeding nonstop.
