The night has fallen.
A cool breeze outside the window gently sways the light green curtains.
Amy has been in a deep sleep all along. She was indeed gravely injured; although she had moments of clarity, overall, she was mostly asleep.
The doctor privately told Gu Ping that Amy's constitution is very poor, and during the surgery, it inevitably affected the areas she had previously altered cosmetically. Therefore, the postoperative cosmetic materials conflicting with the surgery or medication, which could lead to complications, is a significant issue.
Another gust of wind blew in, and He Qing gradually furrowed his brows.
The cool breeze blew in from the window, swirling above the hospital bed under Changan's vigilant gaze.
"Woof!"
Changan barked softly, lying at Gu Ping's feet. He is now a smart dog—with He Qing by his side, there is no need for his master to do anything anymore; he just needs to stand there obediently waiting to be protected.
