Her head was wrapped in a bandage, faintly showing blood-red through, her pale wrists were covered in bruises from being squeezed, her face ashen, breath weak, like a shattered porcelain doll.
A few doctors gathered around the bed, administering injections, feeding her medicine, measuring temperature, busy and flustered.
Wen Zao's steps halted at the bedroom door, paused for a long while, and after coming to his senses, seeing Ye Xixi injured like this, it was as if a blade had pierced his eyes, he suddenly dashed into the bedroom, grabbed a doctor by the collar, and growled, "How is she? Where is she hurt? How did she get hurt? Is there any danger, speak!"
