Even though the maids spoke casually, how could Chu Xinian truly be at ease?
Without a second thought, he rushed towards the direction of the hospital. The young woman driving the yacht followed behind him, gasping for breath, apologetically saying, "If I'd known the situation was like this, I would have gone faster."
Chu Xinian had no time to talk to her; he led the way to the hospital and saw Qin Yiren, who was still in a coma.
After receiving the doctors' treatment, her snow-white forehead was wrapped in an unsightly layer of gauze. Her beautiful eyes remained tightly shut, and her long eyelashes fluttered uneasily in her comatose state, as if she were trapped in an unpleasant dream.
Chu Xinian didn't dare disturb her rashly. Anxious, he looked at the doctor and asked, "How is she doing?"
