Ye Huang pursed his lips, glared at Qi Zihua for three seconds, then slowly began to speak, "I wasn't asking you."
"..." Qi Zihua became awkward. He looked at Bai Xiao as if to say, "I offended Young Master Ye for your sake."
At this moment, Bai Xiao herself was in no position to worry about his dignity.
Ye Huang turned to the doctor, the attending physician, surnamed Zhu, was over fifty. He knew who Ye Huang was, and immediately said with respect, "It's nothing serious, three stitches on the forehead, a mild concussion, just need to rest in bed for a few days to recover."
The expression on Ye Huang's face then eased slightly.
All of a sudden, he leaned forward, picked Bai Xiao up from the hospital bed, and strode out.
The attendants following Ye Huang immediately made way; not even the doctor dared to stop him. Only Qi Zihua, who didn't know any better, spread his arms in front of Ye Huang, "Young Master Ye, please put down Miss Bai, she is currently injured."
