Gu Yikun felt like every second outside was a year. The image of An Junxi, disheveled and covered in blood, haunted his mind. He sat on a chair, his fists trembling uncontrollably.
If he had been a moment later, what would have happened?
After a long while, An Junxi was pushed out and transferred to a ward. Gu Yikun approached, "How is she?"
The doctor said, "CEO, we've examined her. They're all external injuries. The wound on her leg was too deep, and she lost a lot of blood. We've just given her a blood transfusion and bandaged her up. When she wakes up, we'll do a detailed full-body examination. She should wake up tomorrow. Also, we need to arrange a psychological therapist for her rehabilitation."
Gu Yikun walked into the ward. An Junxi lay on the hospital bed like a lily fallen in the wind. Her wrists were wrapped in thick bandages. He held her hand, afraid to apply too much pressure, fearing it might hurt her.
