As He Xing walked towards Fu Han, he distinctly felt his legs go weak. For the first time in his life, he was actually a bit afraid to see Fu Han.
He Xing barely managed to ask, "Doctor, how is she?" His own voice seemed to tremble noticeably.
"The situation is not optimistic," the doctor said gravely as he removed his mask. "Her right cheek collided with the steering wheel, and her frontal bone is somewhat fractured, damaging her appearance. She also has a head injury, the consequences of which—we don't know yet. As for injuries on the rest of her body, they are not very serious and a few days' rest should suffice."
At that moment, He Xing felt as if his world had collapsed. This was scarier than seeing Fu Han's face wrapped in bandages. He didn't know how he managed to get Fu Han to the ward.
When Su Cheng arrived, he immediately spotted He Xing sitting in front of the hospital bed. He was hunched over, his eyes lifeless, his whole being as if devoid of a soul.
