He Miao's injuries were quite serious. The doctor said that the scissors would have severed her bones if they had moved one millimeter forward. Her right arm had a serious fracture and she had to be hospitalized for observation for a while.
The anesthesia wore off, and the pain in her arms and shoulders returned. He Miao groaned, and her already pale face turned even paler. "You, are you hurt?"
Jing Yan did not expect her to worry about him first at this time. He lowered his head deeply because of his overwhelming self-blame, not even daring to look into her clear eyes.
"Jing Yan." He Miao called out to him weakly. She could not help but use her other intact arm to slowly hold his hand and said,""You don't have to feel guilty. I can't blame you for what happened. Fortunately, you came in time to save me. Otherwise, I'm afraid my hand would really be crippled."
