Qiao Chuchu was at ease, waiting at the hospital...
Waiting for the time to quickly pass.
...
Qiao Chuchu stood by the window, gazing at the view outside. The view from the hospital wasn't good. From where she stood, she could see the hospital entrance with people coming and going, all with worried expressions on their faces...
People only come to the hospital when they are sick. Who could be happy being sick?
Her blood had been taken for testing.
It had been a month and a half since the accident. This test could preliminarily determine whether she had contracted HIV...
Although she seemed calm on the surface during this period, how could she truly be at peace? It was a matter of life and death... She was still young, not wanting to be plagued by a terminal illness, wanting to live well.
Fu Ziqian sat on the sofa, watching Qiao Chuchu's back in silence... He was actually more anxious and restless than Qiao Chuchu.
