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Shen Yanchen caught her fainted body, holding her in his arms. As he gazed at her pale, bloodless face, his heart was full of pain.

As long as it could save him, would she be willing to drain all the blood from her own body for him? Is he that important to her?

He brought her ho and called Aunt Yang. It was already past eleven when Aunt Yang helped her change and clean up.

Aunt Yang ca out hurriedly and asked, "Young Master, what happened? Miss has a lot of bruises on her body, but no wounds. Whose blood is this? Are you hurt?"

Shen Yanchen shook his head and repeated, "Bruises?"

"Yes, they’re everywhere."

"Go get so rest, then buy so dicinal ingredients to make chicken soup for blood nourishnt by noon tomorrow."

"Okay, Young Master, you should rest early too, you look very tired."

Shen Yanchen nodded perfunctorily, pushed the door open, and walked inside.

She lay quietly on the large bed, the blood on her face had been wiped clean, but her lips were still pale.

Recalling Aunt Yang’s words, he lifted the quilt, raised one of her arms, and as the large sleeve of the bathrobe slid down automatically, he saw bruises on her arm, so large, so small...

He was gone for just a few days, and she ended up like this...

He dropped her hand, turned around to find so ointnt for reducing swelling, and rubbed it on her hands, feet, and back.

Concerned she would wake up during the night looking for soone, he lay down on the sofa in her bedroom.

Returning from a business trip without adjusting to the ti difference, Shen Yanchen was indeed tired, but he worried about her and couldn’t sleep peacefully.

He woke up at dawn, she was still asleep on the bed, he got up and walked to her bedside, standing in the backlight, gazing down at her.

Perhaps the change in light made her aware, her eyelashes fluttered and she slowly opened her eyes.

"Brother Yan Chen..."

She called him, then as if recalling last night’s events, she imdiately asked, "How is Mo Ming? Is he okay?!"

Shen Yanchen wished he were not okay. He had yet to find out about Gu Moming’s condition, so he only said to Gu Qimiao, "Change your clothes, I’ll take you to the hospital."

The streets were not very crowded in the early morning, Gu Qimiao looked out the window, much calr compared to last night’s panic.

She had been hoping for a long ti for him to return quickly from his business trip, but she didn’t expect such an incident to happen.

Suddenly, it felt like all the bad things had co together at once.

"Brother Yan Chen..."

He glanced at her sideways and continued driving.

"I’ll be moving out in a few days, I’ve bought a house outside."

This sudden news took Shen Yanchen off guard, his eyes flickered, his grip on the steering wheel tightened, but he only responded indifferently with a "Mhm."

"Thank you so much during this ti..."

Shen Yanchen did not speak or look at her again.

What he wanted, how could it be sumd up in just a thank you?

Seeing his lack of response, Gu Qimiao just assud he didn’t care about such things, so she remained silent, not bothering him anymore.

He took her to the hospital downstairs, but didn’t get out of the car, just said, "I’ll pick you up at noon," then drove away.

Gu Qimiao watched his car until it disappeared from sight, then turned to go upstairs.

When Gu Moming’s attending physician learned she was Gu Moming’s family mber, he scolded her, saying how no family could be found when he ca out of surgery last night despite his severe injuries. He couldn’t understand how the family could think that way.

Gu Qimiao listened humbly. After drawing blood last night, she didn’t even know how she left the hospital.

"Doctor, how is his condition?"

"There’s no imdiate danger to his life, but he needs several more surgeries. The most severe issue is the brain hemorrhage. We need to perform a craniotomy as soon as possible to remove it. The surgery carries certain risks, so you need to be ntally prepared."

"Additionally, multiple rib displacents and fractures also require surgery. His right foot is fractured severely; without proper post-operative care, he might be in a wheelchair for life."

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