The doctor didn't say the last part, but Beichen Rui understood what he meant; if Ling Haoyu hadn't braked, her condition would have been more serious.
Soon, Ye Xinluo was wheeled into the ward. As the medical staff prepared to lift her onto the bed, the man beside her suddenly stepped forward, "Let me do it!"
Saying this, he stood by the bed, slipped his hand under her neck, and lifted her legs with the other hand, gently cradling her. He placed her on the bed, tidied her slightly disheveled hair, and then pulled the blanket over her.
...…
Ye Xinluo woke up near dusk. As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw the hospital's signature white ceiling, with the smell of disinfectant flooding the air.
Frowning slightly due to discomfort, she shifted a bit after the anesthesia wore off, feeling as if her whole body was falling apart, the pain severe.
And her head, it truly hurt... unbearably so.
