Lu Mingfei turned his head to look at the person beside him, feeling conflicted, fearing that he could not bring her happiness.
If there really was some problem, what would she do?
Lu Mingfei's mood was complicated, he gently pressed his lips together, he couldn't let her down.
Unwilling to see her sad, he couldn't give up now.
An An, this night, perhaps because Lu Mingfei had awakened, finally slept peacefully next to him.
The next day, Lu Mingfei's spirits were much better than the day before.
When Zuo Mufeng came to check on him, Lu Mingfei finally couldn't hold back, "President Zhuo, how is my injury? I want to hear the truth."
Zuo Mufeng finished taking his pulse and tucked his hand back into the blanket.
"You, kid, are quite lucky. The steel bar pierced through the lung, the injury is quite severe, additionally, your lumbar spine has nerve damage, I've already performed surgery on you."
Listening to Zuo Mufeng's words, Lu Mingfei couldn't help but knit his brows.
