Qian Sisi looked at the boss, her face pale and bloodless, as she sat in a daze outside the operating room, obviously distraught. Biting back tears that threatened to spill, Qian Sisi squatted down and took the boss's icy hands. "Boss, I'll stay here. Why don't you go and get some rest? Your arm..."
If it doesn't heal properly, it might become useless!
When the boss raised her eyes to see Qian Sisi, her bloodshot eyes finally blinked gently, and tears surged down her face. Her lips were so dry and flaky, yet she stubbornly refused to drink a drop of water. Now, as the tears fell, Qian Sisi could clearly see the white flaky layer softening at that instant.
The boss cried, gripping Qian Sisi's hand, "Sisi, you know best, I didn't do it on purpose! I... I was just... I was just afraid she'd hurt you, so I pushed her! Who knew—"
