Qiao Muyun carefully cradled her face within his arms, found a clean damp towel to cover her face to prevent further infection, then quickly dashed out of the office, forcefully pulled open the tempered glass door, left Weibannasi Design Studio, rushed out of the Modern Building, and headed straight for the nearest hospital nearby...
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Zi Ruoxi lay on the operating table, immediately pushed into the emergency room, illuminated by thousands of watts of spotlight, reflecting that shattered face, and those somewhat corroded hands...
Dozens of professional surgeons and dermatologists began checking the burn marks on the wounds, disinfecting, reducing swelling, transfusing blood... a series of emergency measures.
The outdoor emergency lights were turned on... the surgery was ongoing...
An hour passed, two hours passed, then several hours slipped by like this...
