He comforted her, "Xiao Qian, it was an accident. Don't blame yourself too much. No one wants something like this to happen."

"I know, thank you!"

She understood the logic, but a living life was lost just because of saving her. How could she not feel guilty and sad?

Hang Peng knew that she was in a bad mood and did not disturb her. "Then you should have a good rest. I will come to see you when you feel better."

"Well, I'll hang up first."

After Zhou Qian hung up the phone, Jiang Ningning came over with a gossipy look on her face, "Who called?"

"A friend." Zhou Qian sat up from the bed and asked, "When can I be discharged from the hospital?"

"The doctor said you have a slight concussion. It's best to stay in the hospital for two days for observation."

"Please ask for me. I want to be discharged from the hospital today."

"Why are you in such a hurry?"

"I'm fine. I don't want to stay in the hospital."

"Okay, I'll go ask."

…

The other side.

Lu Jing was drunk and fell on the sofa, with empty bottles and broken bottle residue scattered all over the floor.

He closed his eyes, and all he saw was a person covered in blood, lying in the cold operating room. Then the scene changed, and he saw a happy scene of them sitting together drinking and eating meat.

His chest felt numb, and Lu Jing grabbed the wine bottle on the ground and poured it into his mouth.

The young man next to him couldn't stand it anymore and rushed over to grab the bottle from his hand.

"Brother Jing, stop drinking. You didn't expect something like this to happen. Besides, it was Lao Niu who took the initiative to ask to protect Miss Zhou. He won't blame you."