Sheng Shi's eyes reddened even more, a sheen of moisture forming within as he stared at Dean Sun, his voice trembling harshly, "What do you mean?"
"Nine stitches on the wrist. Excessive blood loss, but luckily my husband was in the hospital today, a living blood bank. Otherwise, she would have probably died already," Dean Sun paused before adding, "I think you should say 'thank you' to me!"
Sheng Shi's lips moved slightly, "Thank you."
Satisfied, Dean Sun continued, "The cut on the left wrist was too severe, and it damaged the tendons. I'm afraid she won't be able to lift heavy objects in the future. Her blood pressure is very low, breathing weak, so she's completely reliant on oxygen to survive."
Seeing Sheng Shi staring straight at him, Dean Sun changed his tone, "Forget it, let me put it simply. She's not dead, but her will to live is very weak. When a person doesn't want to live, you have to understand, nobody can save her. I can only do my best."
Sheng Shi said nothing.
