Of course, Qiao Muyun's hand is still injured. On one hand, he needs to go to the hospital for treatment. On the other hand, he is also somewhat worried about Zi Ruoxi, so he definitely must follow along.
Zi Ruoxi...…
Sitting in the ambulance, Qiao Muyun didn't say a word, allowing the temporary doctor beside him to do a simple bandage. He just sat there motionless, not taking his eyes off the stretcher where Zi Ruoxi was, who had now been hooked up to an IV drip. There was another person, Han Wenxi, who might be more seriously injured, his pain causing him to pass out on the spot; what kind of feeling is that? It's probably worse than death...
Qiao Muyun looked at Han Wenxi's arm, which had been burned black, and his gaze became slightly lost...
