When the glasses behind the lens looked over, perhaps it was the reflection from the lens, but a chill inexplicably made one's blood run cold.
The doctor walked over and said, "Are you a relative of the injured?"
"I'm his sister." The girl's voice was steady and calm.
"Here's the situation: after falling into shock, the patient was brought here. Preliminary examination showed multiple injuries. Two ribs in his chest are fractured, and there's varying degrees of rupture in his spleen and stomach."
The male doctor shook his head, "For him to hold on until now, the boy's willpower is truly exceptional. If he had been brought in any later, the consequences would have been unthinkable."
Shen You'an's hands hung tightly clenched at her sides.
At this moment, a voice sounded from behind, "Are you Luo Qian's family?"
Shen You'an turned her head—it was a middle-aged woman.
"I'm Luo Qian's sister."
