Lu Fengxuan had already withdrawn her gaze by this time and instinctively looked over when she heard the commotion.
She deliberately avoided that intense gaze, fixating on the few wounds on his body. The wounds were bleeding profusely, with three out of five sutured.
Knowing he was injured, he was getting stitched up in the corridor without anesthesia, enduring it all stoically.
Seeing this scene, Lu Fengxuan couldn't help but let out a cold laugh. Should she applaud him for being such a hero?
"Ah…"
Yu Chiyin sensed her gaze growing increasingly colder, and her smile sent chills up his spine, making him feel completely unsettled.
Gathering all his courage, he hesitantly called out her name.
The next moment, Lu Fengxuan didn't utter a word and turned coldly back into the patient room, slamming the door with banging sounds.
This unexpected scene left Shi Jue stunned for two seconds, his mouth slowly forming a single word:
"—Oh."
