Seeing Wei Xuan laugh so unabashedly, Lang Jing gave her an annoyed look: "You're still laughing! If Doctor Lu finds out, you're in for it."
"Cough, cough..." Upon hearing this, Wei Xuan immediately stifled her laughter: "So... being hospitalized, is it serious?"
"It's okay, just a mild concussion with some bleeding. The doctor said he needs to be observed overnight, but he should be discharged and back at work by this afternoon."
"How did this happen all of a sudden... cough, cough... got hit on the head? Did he get into a fight?" Wei Xuan looked at her curiously, her eyes filled with fiery gossip; she knew Lu Xize was fond of bar scenes, a few of which he had gotten into conflicts with people before.
"I don't know the specifics. It seems Doctor Lu was drinking with friends and suddenly got hit on the head. The police were here this morning to take a statement! The other person involved was a kid about seventeen or eighteen, still in school—I don't know much beyond that."
