An Zhiyu closed his eyes slightly, enduring the pain of his dislocated arm, "She has had enough excitement for today, it's better not to burden her with more worry. Let's go, to the hospital!"
When he rolled forward holding Qian Sisi just now, the force he used was too great, so much so that as soon as An Zhiyu hit the ground, he heard the crack of bones misaligning. In the second that their rolling finally stopped, the first thing he thought of was not his own arm, but Qian Sisi.
He went to check if Qian Sisi was hurt but was unconsciously pushed away by her. What this girl was concerned about was Erhu, that child.
An Zhiyu knew full well that he wasn't the self-sacrificing type, and much of his behavior in front of Qian Sisi was performative.
Yet, in those few seconds just now, he truly put everything on the line to rush and save her, even able to ignore his own pain, wanting nothing more than for her to be unharmed!
