"Wuwu..." Shen Qinghuan burst into tears: "Brother, they were all injured because of me."

Yu Beiting, and Wendy, one is the father of her child, the person she loves, and the other is her student, the person who supports her unconditionally. No matter which one of them, nothing can happen to him.

"Don't be afraid, the Shen family will invite the best surgeons to treat them, and they will definitely be out of danger and get better."

Shen Yike hugged his sister tightly and kept saying words of comfort to her.

He lowered his head and saw a shocking bruise and swelling on the back of Shen Qinghuan's hand.

"Are you injured too?" Shen Yike took her hand.

Shen Qinghuan didn't feel any pain at all, she pulled her hand back.

"My hand isn't serious."

Now she just wanted to pray that Yu Beiting and Wendy were fine.

Shen Yike felt very distressed and helped Shen Qinghuan sit down on the chair.

Twenty minutes later, Shen Zhongjin and Shen Qihao both rushed over. They checked on Shen Qinghuan's condition first, and then learned that Yu Beiting had blocked a knife for Shen Qinghuan and was now in the emergency room, his life or death uncertain. Wendy also suffered an unexpected disaster.

Bags of blood were sent in one by one, and the nurse walked hurriedly.

As time went by, Shen Qinghuan's heart grew colder and colder.

I don’t know how much time passed before Wendy was pushed out.

"The patient has lost a lot of blood and is no longer in danger of death. The drugs in her body have not yet worn off. She just needs to rest well and replenish her nutrition."

"Thank you, doctor."

After hearing about Wendy's situation, Shen Qinghuan sat back down again.

Wendy was sent to the ward, and Shen Yike followed her.

Shen Zhongjin and Shen Qihao continued to accompany Shen Qinghuan to wait for news from Yu Beiting.