At 11:30 p.m., Ning Guiwan was wheeled out of the emergency room. The girl lay on the gurney, her eyes closed. Under the harsh, pale light of the hospital, her complexion appeared even more pallid, much of the color drained from her delicate lips.
"Is she okay now?" Qiao Youning's voice was choked with sobs.
"A mild concussion and excessive blood loss. She still needs to be observed..." The doctor glanced at the two black-clad bodyguards standing not far away, answering with extra caution.
Upon hearing this, Qiao Youning breathed a sigh of relief, and Qiao Yishen did as well.
As long as she was alright, everything else could be managed.
This was the public hospital closest to Emerald Villa, and even its best room was just a single.
The hospital corridors were eerily silent at night, footsteps echoing ominously from every direction.
