At around three in the morning, Fu Sinian was pushed out of the operating theater and sent to a ward.
Bai Jianshen personally made arrangements for his bed.
After it was settled, Old Master and Wen Lan went to bed.
Looking at Fu Sinian's current state, her heart couldn't help but ache.
Wen Lan held Fu Sinian's hand and realized that his arm was wrapped in thick gauze.
"Young Master Fu's arm is fractured and there's a very deep wound in his abdomen. Fortunately, his internal organs weren't injured. The wound has been stitched up. There's some damage to his lungs, but it won't threaten his life." Bai Jianshen explained Fu Sinian's situation.
"When can he wake up?" Wen Lan asked softly.
"The anesthetic should be wearing off soon. He'll wake up soon."
"Okay." Wen Lan nodded slowly and pulled a chair to sit by Fu Sinian's bed.
