The doctor removed his mask, his expression serious. "The patient has been in a feverish coma and unresponsive due to a severe blow to the head and cold from near-drowning. A brain CT has been performed, and for now, there's no evidence of intracranial hemorrhage or blood clots compressing the nerves. However, the intracranial pressure is too high, so there's a fear of moderate concussion. We need to keep a close watch over the next few days."
Leng Youchen pursed his lips, "Thank you, doctor."
"You're welcome, it's our duty." The doctor nodded towards Leng Youchen and turned to leave.
As soon as the doctor had gone, Wei Anning was wheeled out by a nurse. Lying on the hospital bed, her face was pale, her lips cracked from the fever, and she looked utterly exhausted.
Leng Youchen was filled with self-reproach and heartache. No matter how powerful he was now, he still couldn't protect her from harm. He held her cold little hand, his heart wrenching tighter and tighter.
