Yin Hehe was taken to the psychiatric hospital.
"Husband, when have you decided to leave? Since Xiahou Jingmu's men came to kill me tonight, it means he must know I took that thing."
Upon her return, Yin Hehe couldn't care about the wounds on her body, and she looked at the man before her, anxiously asking.
But the man didn't answer her question.
He looked at the wounds on her body, and a flicker of pain crossed his cold eyes under the harsh white light of the hospital room. Suddenly, he bent down and picked her up.
"Husband, you—" Yin Hehe cried out in alarm.
"Don't be afraid, I'm just going to tend to your wounds."
Sheng Siyuan carried her to the hospital bed and gently laid her down, then he took the gauze and medicine that were already prepared from the bedside cabinet.
Seeing this, Yin Hehe finally calmed down.
"It's okay, it's not that serious. Your situation is more urgent. You need to think carefully about how to leave this place?"
