The doctor's brow was furrowed so tightly, you could have squashed a fly with it, "Go get another CT scan now. The violent movements you just made have caused your wound to burst open, it's hard to say whether those motions have stimulated the nerves inside."
The doctor quickly wrote up the order, and Lin Zihan helped me walk towards the CT room, while Chu Wenjie went to pay.
I towered a full head over Lin Zihan, making it somewhat difficult for her to support me. By the time she finally got me onto the CT bed, she was already gasping for breath.
"I really didn't expect, for someone who looks so thin and weak, you're actually quite meaty," she tried to distract me with a joke.
A faint smile appeared on my pale face, but because the world was blackening in waves, I really couldn't say anything.
The CT was done quickly, and the doctor, holding my chart, sighed, "Now, you really need to stay in the hospital for a while."
