At 9:10 in the morning, inside the Shanghai Municipal People's Hospital—
Lin Zifeng had been keeping watch in the ward for a very long time. It wasn't until the moment the woman woke up that Lin Zifeng finally put down the huge weight in his heart.
"You're awake?" This was the first smile Lin Zifeng had shown in a whole night.
The woman stared at his face with a pale expression, silent for a long time before finally asking, "Why are you still here? Why did you bring me to the hospital?"
"Because you saved me." Lin Zifeng said in astonishment, then smiled wryly: "If it weren't for you, I might already be a cold corpse now."
"Don't say that, you're so strong, even if I didn't save you, I think you'd still be fine."
She was quite right. If she hadn't gone to take a blow for Lin Zifeng, that woman wouldn't have been able to kill him. At that particular moment, she didn't even think, she just rushed forward out of instinct, and this surprised her a lot as to why she did that.
