It was very quiet in the ward. A handsome and calm young man was sitting on a chair by the bed, holding a computer and typing on the keyboard with his head lowered.
It was Rong Ce.
Shen Hanyu wanted to get up, but even a slight movement tore the wound on his chest, causing it to hurt.
Rong Ce sensed his movement and closed his computer in surprise. "You've woken up. Don't move around, I'll help you."
He reached out and pressed the bed's lift switch. The bed slowly rose and stopped when it was at a suitable position.
Shen Hanyu looked around the room and saw that Rong Ce was alone.
Guo Muyang wasn't there, and neither was Sang Qianqian.
In his mind, he recalled the day he was shot at the wedding. He remembered how Sang Qianqian had hugged him with an unusually pale face.
"Where's Qianqian?"
Shen Hanyu's voice sounded weak and hoarse because he was seriously injured and hadn't spoken for a few days.
