"Officer Zhao, how do you feel?" Yao Jia, who sat in front of Zhao Yu, smiled and spoke in a soft voice. "Don't worry! It's just a minor suture, the back injury didn't hurt your internal organs!"
Oh..
After he tried hard to recall it, suddenly, Zhao Yu remembered that he was in a coma, right after he was carried on a stretcher from the warehouse. By now, he had been treated at the hospital. But...Zhao Yu took a glance at door, and it seemed like he was looking for something...
"Chief nurse," the junior nurse took this opportunity to complain, "Although there are many fractures all over his body, he still had the strength to flirt with me, and asked me to give him an artificial respiration just now!"
"Cough cough…" with his befuddled brain, Zhao Yu failed to talk, but managed plenty of coughing as he opened his mouth.
