Kyoto, central hospital.

"Yan Su!"

On the hospital bed, accompanied by the pungent smell of disinfectant water in the hospital ward, An Jing suddenly opened her eyes.

When Kong Wange saw her awake, she hurriedly came over and said, "Jingjing woke up? How about it? Isn't it dizzy or disgusting?"

When An Jing saw Kong Wange, she was stunned for a moment. She rubbed her head and felt sore, and asked, "Where is this?"

"Central Hospital, you have just returned from Yunhai and have been in a coma for two days."

"I remember it, it was an earthquake." An Jing slowed down, and some memories gradually retraceed. She looked around suddenly, grabbed Kong Wange's hand and asked, "Xiao Ge'er, where is Yan Su?"

Kong Wange's face looked a little ugly and sighed: "Jingjing, be mentally prepared, don't worry, I'll tell you slowly."

An Jing looked at Kong Wange's expression and felt a little cold.

She grabbed her hand, her eyes turned red, and her voice trembled: "Can Yan, Yan Suhe..."

An Jing stared at Kong Wange, but she didn't want to say those two words.

Kong Wange was stunned for a moment, realizing what she was thinking, and immediately smiled: "Where do you want to go? Others are fine, just..."

Speaking of this, her smile was a little restrained, and her voice was a little dull: "His left leg was pressed by a stone. It took too long and she lost consciousness. She may not be able to walk like a normal person in the future."

“That means…it will become disabled?”

"It's hard to say. If you do a good job of rehabilitation training, you might be able to recover..." Kong Wange spoke carefully and tried to comfort her.

Unexpectedly, An Jing on the bed breathed a sigh of relief after listening to it: "It turned out that she was just broken legs, but it was okay..."

After saying that, she met Kong Wange's eyes that were hard to describe, and curled her lower lip and explained: "Xiao Ge'er, I forgave him, isn't it just a leg? At worst, I will raise him in the future! As long as others are fine, I will be very content."

Kong Wange gently stroked her back: "Don't be too frustrated, now that medical technology is so developed, maybe there will be a miracle?"

An Jing shook her head, her voice hoarse: "You can't cure it, who else can you ask for? Don't comfort me anymore, I'm really fine."

Then she looked up and asked, "Where is the other person? I want to go see him."

"In addition to his left leg muscle necrosis, his back injury is also quite serious. He has had a high fever for several days. He just got out of ICU today and was in the next ward. He should have fallen asleep now. You are also weak now. Why don't you take a break first and wait until you have enough energy before going?"

An Jing shook her head: "No, I feel uneasy if I can't see people."

Kong Wange sighed: "Okay, then I'll help you."

In the next ward, Murong Ting was tucking a quilt for Yan Su on the bed. Seeing An Jing being helped by Kong Wange, he raised his eyebrows: "Are you awake?"

An Jing nodded, but her eyes were all on the person on the bed.

Yan Su lay on the bed, his eyes closed tightly.

In just a few days, his cheeks were so sunken that his cheekbones were protruding, and he was so thin that he was left with only a bone frame.

She walked to the edge of the hospital bed step by step, touched his legs, and then sat down, tears falling uncontrollably.

Seeing this, Murong Ting said something, but was stopped by Kong Wange's eyes, so he had to walk to Kong Wange silently.

At the beginning, she cried quietly without any sound. Slowly, she held the hand of the person on the hospital bed and couldn't help sobbing in a low voice.

After a while, a weak and helpless voice came from the hospital bed: "An An, it hurts."
Chapter completed!