The accompanying bodyguard handed Bao Sihan a pack of tissues. Bao Sihan took it expressionlessly and repeatedly wiped the blood on his hands.
The bright red color seemed to burn him, and he couldn't help but wipe it a little harder.
After cleaning the blood on his hands, the bodyguard took the things away, leaving Bao Sihan waiting quietly.
The treatment process was really torturous, and Bo Sihan, who had always been calm and composed, could not sit still.
He held his head with one hand, feeling like an ant on a hot pot. Every minute felt very long.
The scene where Lu Jingyu rushed up just now flashed over and over in his mind.
The opponent's cold sharp weapon suddenly scratched her body, and the dazzling red color kept coming out, and a large area gushed out in seconds.
His hands were covered with warm and sticky blood.
Bao Sihan knew very well that at that moment he felt emotions he had never felt before.
Scared, very scared.
She was like a kite with a broken string, and with a bloody wound, she fell precariously into his arms.
There was also clear pain in his heart, and his whole body was screaming, as if he could only be relieved by venting his anger violently.
A person who has been indifferent and rational for many years has lost control.
Now, it's the same.
Bao Sihan stayed in the hospital, feeling uncomfortable all over his body, and the only person who could suppress his overwhelming anger was sent to the emergency room.
He must confirm Lu Jingyu's safety.
So much so that he used his remaining rationality to suppress his anger, and his heart was filled with anxiety and uneasiness, which continued to erode his will.
Bao Sihan suddenly felt that this kind of waiting seemed to be a kind of punishment.
Punish him for his incompetence.
If he had stood up earlier, this probably wouldn't have happened.
Jingyu will not be threatened with his life repeatedly because of him.
She is a doctor, and her hands are especially important to her.
If Jing Yukong had superb medical skills because of himself, he would no longer be able to cure illnesses and save lives.
Then the rest of his life will be filled with self-blame and guilt. It is a fault that even the Bo family's wealth cannot make up for.
Thinking of this, Bao Sihan slowly raised his head and looked at the closed door.
No matter what the price, he just wanted to be safe.
Even if I can't stand up again in this life.
He stared closely at the door of the operating room with deep eyes, tiredness and self-blame in his eyes.
More of a deep love.
He also gradually understood in his heart how deeply he loved her.
Suddenly, Bao Sihan's fingers trembled, and he also understood that he was not as powerful as he thought.
‘Click’, the door opened.
The doctor put down his rolled up cuffs, saw the man at the door, and walked over to inform him.
"Fortunately, it was delivered quickly and did not cause excessive blood loss. Moreover, it avoided the vital points and did not damage the organs or other important parts. Therefore, the wound will recover after the patient has been allowed to rest for a period of time."
"Are there any injuries elsewhere?" Bo Sihan further confirmed.
"No."
Bao Sihan finally let go of the stone hanging in his heart and breathed a sigh of relief.
Okay, that's fine.
He was a little excited inside, feeling the joy of surviving the disaster.
But he didn't want to have this joy, and he didn't want anything to happen to Jingyu again.
After thanking the doctor, Bao Sihan followed the nurse to move Lu Jingyu to the ward, and then he watched quietly from the side.