Mo Qiansu's room happened to be flanked by one on the left and one on the right, although not adjacent, yet both were on the same floor.
She followed Jing Yi and took a direct turn to the left.
On the hospital bed.
Jing Chen laid with one hand hooked to an IV drip and the other wrapped in a cast, his face swollen in several places, looking quite badly beaten. It was uncertain whether his body had incurred further injuries, as he had yet to wake up.
"The patient has multiple superficial injuries, a mild concussion, and most severely, a fractured left arm that will require some time to heal properly," the doctor said.
Jing Yi nodded in acknowledgment.
Those deep fox-like eyes fixated on the person on the bed with a trace of pity fleeting through them.
The hand loosely inserted in his trouser pocket tightened unconsciously.
"Who did Jing Chen get into a fight with?" Mo Qiansu was shocked to see Jing Chen in such a state.
