When they arrived at the hospital, Xie Yunzhou was pushed into the emergency room.
When Shi Chen rushed to the hospital, he saw his precious sister sitting on a chair at the entrance of the emergency room, crying silently.
The girl was wearing thin clothes, and there was a bloodstain on her face, making her already pale face look even more bloodless.
"Don't cry, he'll be fine. Should I ask the nurse to apply some medicine for you?" Shi Chen said, his heart aching.
"I'm fine. It doesn't hurt anymore," Shi Xi said.
Shi Chen sighed.
His precious sister was an artiste, and she did not even care about her face.
"Be good. Wipe your face first. Don't let him worry after the surgery. I'll get the nurse to come over, alright?" Shi Chen coaxed her gently.
Shi Xi glanced at her brother and nodded.
The nurse applied medicine to the marks on Shi Xi's face and said, "Don't let your wound come into contact with water for the next two days."
