Xiao Huanhuan was so dizzy by him that she tilted her head back and leaned against the wall, her cold heart desolate.
The door of the operating room rang, and Ye Qun rushed over like an arrow, but Xiao Huanhuan sat there without moving.
Her whole body was numb, and she felt that there was quagmire and hell in all directions. No matter which direction she took, she would only be shattered into pieces.
"Doctor, how is my young master?" Ye Qun's voice trembled.
"He is out of danger, but he has multiple bruises on his body and a fracture in his left arm. The most serious thing is..." The doctor paused, and Xiao Huanhuan's heart seemed to be hung on a fishhook, hanging in the air.
, unable to fall to the ground, sharp pain.
"Yes...he may have to spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair..." The doctor's voice was cold and distant, as if it came from hell.
With a "pop" sound, the fishhook penetrated Xiao Huanhuan's heart hard and accurately, and an incomparable pain spread from his heart to his limbs and body.
"Master!" Ye Qun choked and shouted.
"He hasn't passed the anesthesia yet. He won't wake up until six hours later. He will be observed in the intensive care unit for twenty-four hours. If there are no serious problems, he can be transferred to the general ward." Probably because he has seen too many lives and deaths, the doctor said although
A little regretful, but very calm. After the explanation, Ye Cheng was pushed into the intensive care unit. Ye Qun looked out the window, his young face looking particularly frightened and helpless.
Xiao Huanhuan walked over silently, put his arm on Ye Qun's shoulder, and said calmly: "Don't worry, your young master became what he is now because of me. No matter what he becomes in the future, I will treat him right."
Responsible!"
Her tone was calm, her eyes were calm, and her pale but beautiful face was calm.
But, God knows, her heart was roaring with turbulent waves, and there was a ferocious-looking devil holding a bright boning knife, gouging out her heart in circles, and shaving off her bones one by one.
She slowly closed her eyes. The young man, who was as dazzling and beautiful as the Northern Lights, slowly walked towards her from a bright halo with a smile. He was a mixture of holiness and charm, warmth and depth, and laziness.
Gao Hua.
Such a perfect person is destined to be...not hers after all!
He sighed softly, but no tears fell.
Only God knows, in my heart, it has already been raining heavily.
It turns out that in fate, the boy who was slapped and framed by her when they first met was her final...destiny!!
In the evening, Xiao Huanhuan did not go back and stayed in the hospital.
For twenty-four hours, she stayed in the hospital until Ye Cheng was pushed out of the intensive care unit.
No one told Ye Cheng that his legs were disabled. Everyone comforted him and said that it was just a temporary injury. He was so young and healthy and would recover in a short time.
He was very optimistic and happy. He smiled when he saw Xiao Huanhuan, pinched her cheek and teased, "You are so lucky, you don't even have any scratches, your face is still so pretty!"
Xiao Huanhuan roared in his heart, I would rather the person sitting in the wheelchair is me!
But on her face, she could only force a smile, "Thank you very much! It was Young Master Ye who stepped forward at the critical moment and saved the beauty, so I can stand here safe and sound! Tell me, Ye Daxiong thought
