Rong Lan was lying on the hospital bed, his back corroded by concentrated sulfuric acid. Luckily, his clothes had provided some protection, so the injury wasn't extremely severe. Still, for an actor, scars on the body are never a good thing.
She sat beside him, her expression complicated as she watched him.
He was an actor, and his face and body were of utmost importance. Yet in that moment of crisis, he had chosen to stand up and shield her.
This act of kindness, she must repay!
The door opened. Lu Qing rushed in. Little seventh had already reported the general situation to him. He looked at Rong Lan lying on the hospital bed.
And at Qin Miaomiao, who was sitting nearby. His gaze was equally complex.
"How's the situation?"
He asked, and Qin Miaomiao hushed him, pulling him outside.
The door closed gently. She sighed and said:
"A small blessing amidst misfortune—his face wasn't harmed. But his back was corroded badly and will likely require skin graft surgery."
"Hmm."
