The sound of hurried footsteps came from afar, and a group of people quickly came over. Yin Lu looked up and saw that the person in the lead was her brother. She quickly went to greet him.
"Brother, tingjun is still in the emergency room."
Yin Zhan nodded slightly and strode over to mu li. The nurse was treating the wound on her forehead. Her white wool coat was stained with a lot of blood, which had dried and turned dark red. Her pants seemed to have been torn into pieces, and the rags hung in the air.
A trace of heartache flashed across Yin Zhan's eyes. He took off his coat and threw himself on her.
"No need. Tingjun's in there, I didn't take good care of him."
After meeting again, the two of them were a lot more distant. Yin Zhan forced his coat over her and whispered, " "It's not your fault. It was just an accident. You don't have to be polite with me at this time."
