After her check-up, Xia Yiwan was thrown into a two-bedroom, two-living room VIP ward.
"I'm fine, there is really no need for me to be hospitalized," Xia Yiwan struggled to speak.
She only had a swollen face and a few scratches on her knees and hands. There was no real need for her to be hospitalized.
Si Mo had stitches on his hand, his injuries were much more severe than hers, but he had no intention of hospitalising himself.
Si Mo's handsome brows furrowed, casting a cold glance in her direction, "You have two choices - the hospital or Dijing Tiancheng. Choose one."
Xia Yiwan obediently chose the hospital.
"Let me apply this ointment for you. The gentleman says it helps with swelling," Gujie, who was summoned over, handed her a box of ointment.
Xia Yiwan did not refuse.
Liu Wenjie's two heavy slaps had caused her face to swell up like a pig's head.
It was only after looking in the mirror that she understood Si Mo's comment, "Your current state really matches your IQ."
