The door of the hospital room opened, and doctors and nurses filed out, the girl's painful screams slipping through the open door gap.
Bichen froze in place.
The bodyguard entered the hospital room, intending to report to Yu Ruohuan that Bichen had arrived, but a water cup hit his forehead before he could speak.
"Get out."
The bodyguard endured the pain in his forehead and said, "Miss, Young Master Gu is here. If you don't want to see him, I'll have him leave immediately."
"Wait."
Yu Ruohuan's voice was hoarse, and after a while, she said, "Let him come in."
Bichen stepped into the hospital room, where a pungent smell of medicine made him somewhat nauseous.
Yu Ruohuan lay on the hospital bed, her eye sockets sunken, her form thin and bony, a far cry from her formerly bright and lively self.
Yet the arrogance in her eyes was just as unpleasant as before.
