Lin Wu was taken aback, catching the emphasis in his words.
"All? Where is Bo Yuting now? Which ward is he in? Has he woken up? How is he?"
The second cobbler looked at Lin Wu with an even more complex gaze, "Which question do you want your master to answer first? That kid hasn't woken up yet, he's currently in the Intensive Care Unit. We still don't know the specifics of his condition, but it's not good and there's no saying when he'll wake up. As for you—"
He paused, "You're relatively lucky, having been unconscious for two days, the flesh wounds are no big deal now. But with two broken ribs, it's going to take a long time to heal."
In the second cobbler's memory, he'd never seen Lin Wu injured this severely before. He had been anxious all the way until he finally saw Lin Wu wake up, afraid that Lin Wu might never come to.
Upon hearing his words, Lin Wu's face slightly darkened, and only after a long time did he say, "It was Bo Yuting."
The second cobbler: "What?"
