Clearly, the ordeal had reopened his wound.

The doctors are busy treating the wound.

His eyes were closed, and he looked exhausted, as if he were in a semi-comatose state.

But a hint of suppressed pain still lingered between his brows.

Chu Wuyang stood at the door.

After a moment, he slowly walked in.

She did not approach.

Instead, he stood quietly to the side.

Fingertips trembled slightly.

Watching the medical staff busily surrounding Jingmin,

The shocking wounds on Jing Min's body

The black hole-like wound on his chest was particularly conspicuous, its proximity to his heart sending chills down one's spine.

Shoulders, abdomen, thighs... there was hardly a spot that was unharmed; blood kept seeping out, staining the bandages red.

The doctor's voice rang out.

"Prepare painkillers and anti-infective drugs. The wound is too serious; we must stabilize it."

Chu Wuyang's fingernails dug deeply into her palm.

She couldn't even imagine it.

How did he get through those two weeks?

How many times have you received critical condition notices?

The doctors worked very quickly.

But she could tell they were nervous.

Jingmin's body was too weak; every cleaning and bandaging session was a tremendous ordeal.

When disinfectant gets on a torn wound,

He finally couldn't help but groan, his voice hoarse and low, filled with barely suppressed pain.

"Mr. Jing, you can't make any more big moves!"

The doctor, sweating profusely, pressed down on his shoulder, his voice tinged with anxiety.

"Otherwise, the wound will continue to reopen, and the infection will become very serious!"

But Jingmin kept his eyes closed and didn't respond, as if he couldn't hear her anymore.

After the doctors left,

Chu Wuyang moved closer.

His face was so pale it was almost transparent, his lips were bloodless, and his brows were furrowed.

Even in a semi-conscious state, he was still tightly bound by pain.

Chu Wuyang felt as if her heart was being gripped tightly.

My throat felt like it was blocked, making it difficult to breathe.

Jing Min seemed to sense something, slowly opened his eyes, and his gaze fell on her.

His voice was low and hoarse.

Disappointed?

I survived.

"You've come back to me after all."