"The patient's will to survive is strong, and his vitality is tenacious, having no life-threatening conditions. However, three ribs are shattered in his chest area. He will need to rest quietly for some time. There are no other injuries, and he's been given anesthetic. I suggest you avoid disturbing him and let the patient rest well," the attending doctor said, removing his mask.
These words completely reassured Lan Xue. She saw someone being wheeled out of the emergency room—it was Luo Zheng, lying on the hospital bed. Perhaps worried that moving him might disturb his fractured ribs and affect his recovery, he was tightly wrapped up, his body fixed firmly to the bed to prevent any movement as he slept deeply. Lan Xue quickly gestured for Ghost Hand and the others who had come over to help push the gurney into the hospital room. Then she stepped outside and dialed a secret number.
"It took you this long to think of me, old man?" a kind voice teased affectionately.