When Qiao Jing woke up from her coma, it was already the next morning.
She opened her eyes and saw a pure white ceiling. There was a faint smell of disinfectant in the air.
This made Qiao Jing instantly guess that she must be in a hospital ward.
And now, she was lying on a hospital bed.
Qiao Jing blinked, and the images before she lost consciousness quickly flashed through her mind.
She remembered that yesterday, after leaving the institute with Zhan Nanjing, Zhan Nanjing got off midway to go to a convenience store, after which a group of assailants rushed out, coming straight for her.
At that time, she was tortured by unbearable menstrual pain, unable to deal with the group of assailants, and later someone swung a steel pipe at her head.
In that emergency moment, it was Wu Xirui who dashed out to take that blow for her...
Just as Qiao Jing was thinking, her hand placed in front of her was suddenly grasped by someone, followed by a deep and concerned voice in her ear.
