Two days had passed, and the swelling on Cheng Zhiwei's face had finally subsided. The bandages were removed, revealing a patchwork of bruises, especially around the corner of her eye, where two stitches had been placed. If Gao Wei's foot had been a bit heavier, or if it had struck just a little bit deeper, Cheng Zhiwei might have lost an eye.
A piece of good fortune amidst the misfortune.
"You're recovering very well," Zhang Yuanheng handed the medical report to Cheng Zhiwei, "But your hearing..."
Before he could finish, Guo Cuihua entered from the doorway, and Zhang Yuanheng swallowed the rest of his words.
"Mom." Cheng Zhiwei called out softly.
Guo Cuihua, looking at the bruises on Cheng Zhiwei's face, trembled and her eyes reddened again, "Does it still hurt, Zhiwei?"
"Look, the swelling has gone down. In a few days, all this bruising will fade too. I'm fine," Cheng Zhiwei said with a light smile. "Zhang Yuanheng just said that I will be discharged soon."
