Jiang Nanyan was startled, stopped what he was doing, and asked nervously, "Then tell me quickly, how is he doing?"
"Miss Jiang." Wu Yu took a breath before speaking, "Wang's life is no longer in danger, but the wound on his chest is too serious. He needs to recover for ten days and a half, or even longer, and he must carefully
Only by taking care of him can he fully recover.”
"Is he okay?" Jiang Nanyan asked blankly, with a dull expression.
"Yes, Miss Jiang. Wang's life is no longer in danger." Wu Yu nodded, with an expression of relief on his face.
"He's okay... He's okay... Huangfulian, he's okay..." Jiang Nanyan murmured, and the tense nerves in her body suddenly relaxed.[
Then, her feet suddenly gave way and her whole body collapsed toward the floor.
Wu Yu was startled, and quickly stretched out his hand to support Jiang Nanyan.
"Miss Jiang, are you okay?" Wu Yu helped him sit down on the chair next to the bed with a worried look on his face.
"I'm fine." Jiang Nanyan smiled weakly, her face looking pale.
Wu Yu knew that Jiang Nanyan reacted like this because she was concerned about Wang being so seriously injured. He quickly said to her, "Miss Jiang, why don't you go back and lie down to rest? You have been busy for most of the night and you are tired.
Already."
"It doesn't matter, I want to watch him here." Jiang Nanyan stretched out her hand and held Huangfulian's cold, almost temperatureless hand.