An Li looked shocked.
It turned out that Wen Linyu had already made a meticulous plan on his way here.
And yet, he had managed to cover it up so well, keeping calm and composed, securing the best rescue time.
...
At the entrance of the hospital's emergency room.
An Li leaned against the wall, her face was covered in dust and dirt.
But at the moment, she couldn't care about such things; she had her eyes fixed on the tightly closed door of the treatment room.
Wen Linyu was inside, undergoing a second deep treatment on his arm wound.
She couldn't go in, so she had to wait at the door.
When Wen Linyu finally came out, An Li approached him, looking at his bandaged arm and asked, "How is it? Does it still hurt?"
Wen Linyu calmly shook his head, "I'm fine."
While talking, a group of people suddenly rushed in through the entrance of the emergency room.
Before An Li could turn around, she heard An Yeqiu's familiar voice from behind.
"Lin Yu, how are you? Are you alright?"
