Outside the emergency room, Yan Luoxi sat in disarray on the bench, her hands clasped across her knees, repeatedly looking up at the tightly shut doors of the operating room, her beautiful and stunning face full of worry.
On the way to the hospital, Lu Zhaoran had passed out due to excessive blood loss and hadn't regained consciousness by the time he was rushed into the emergency room.
As time ticked by, there was no sign of movement from the operating room, and Yan Luoxi grew more and more anxious. She stood up, sat down again, then stood up and sat down again....
Hurried footsteps approached from behind, and even before the person was close, a voice carried over, "Zhaoran, how is Zhaoran? Why did he get hurt?"
Yan Luoxi turned her head to see Lai Zhiyuan with a face tear-streaked like a pear blossom in rain, barging into her line of sight. Yan Luoxi squinted her eyes, showing no intention of dealing with her.
