Looking at the thin youth on the bed, Mo Yan couldn't control her tears. He was fine a few days ago, how did it suddenly turn out like this?
Thinking of this, Mo Yan recalled the doctor's words again: 'Kicks and bruises, new and old injuries.'
Although it was very likely to be school violence, she still needed to confirm it with Mo Cheng.
Mo Yan's tears fell on the back of Mo Cheng's hand, which was on the drip. Vaguely, Mo Cheng's fingers seemed to move. Mo Yan looked up in surprise, but the truth was that Mo Cheng was still asleep.
The door of the ward was pushed open. Mo Yan did not turn around until a coat was draped over her body. Luo Tao took another chair and sat beside Mo Yan.
"Don't worry. The doctor said that Mo Cheng will wake up when he has rested enough."
"Okay."
