"Tong Ran!"
Chen An rushed toward her in shock. Tong Ran felt her head spinning and her body aching as if it were about to fall apart. She looked in the direction where Mo Nanjue had fallen but couldn't see anything clearly...
***
The night deepened.
Tong Ran slept a whole day before waking up. She opened her hazy eyes, greeted by a scene of pure white.
The nurse pushed the door open, "You're awake?"
Tong Ran opened her mouth, but her throat was too hoarse to speak. Her back throbbed with searing pain, and her hand was still wrapped in gauze. She tried to sit up, "I..."
"Hey, you can't move," the nurse hurried over to press her shoulder, "You need to recuperate well now."
Tong Ran had to lie back down. She glanced at the IV bottle, her eyes sore, "Mo Nanjue, he..."
"Young Master Jue is fine, Young Master An is taking care of him, don't worry," the nurse slowed her infusion, "You really mustn't get up. If you need anything, just ring the bell."
