At this moment, Gu Jiao and Xiao Hen did not know that Auntie and Uncle had driven their leaky, rain-prone little broken car into the city, covered in dust and dirt.
After Xiao Hen returned to the room, Gu Jiao tied her already dry hair into a single knot at the top of her head and then went to the secret room.
I have to say, Xiao Hen's craftsmanship was quite good, her legs indeed felt less sore and weak.
Gu Jiao placed the small first aid kit into the groove and changed into sterile clothes before entering the intensive care unit.
The time flow rates of the two dimensions were consistent; an hour outside was equal to two hours here.
However, the date display on the various machines seemed to be broken, showing only the time.
It was now 1:39 am.
Gu Changqing was wearing an oxygen mask, his body covered in tubes, lying on the cold, lifeless hospital bed.
The room was very quiet, with only the slight mechanical sounds from the machines.
