Three days later.
Qiao Zhiyi slowly opened her eyes, looked at the familiar ceiling above her, and smelled the combined scent of blood and disinfectant. She moved her eyeballs, aware of where she was.
She tried to raise her hand, which had a needle inserted on the back, administering an IV drip.
Was she still alive?
And what about Shi Jingzhou?
Shi Jingzhou had risked his life to shield her with his body during the incident. It seemed like he wanted to say something, but he ended up vomiting blood.
She had called out his name, and then... then she passed out.
And what about Shi Jingzhou?
Qiao Zhiyi suddenly sat up with a jolt, removing the IV from her hand, and was just about to get out of bed when Han Ling came in.
Seeing her rush to get out of bed so hastily, he hurried over to stop her, "What are you doing? Get back into bed!"