Damn Du Chen, how dare he deceive her, claiming he would wake up soon!
The angry girl’s face became sullen as she turned to settle accounts with Doctor Du!
But as she turned around, she suddenly stopped, catching a glimpse of the man’s thin lips moving and a slight furrow in his brow from the corner of her eye.
She turned back, intently staring at the handsome face on the bed without blinking.
After about ten seconds, the man finally opened those long, dark eyes.
The girl’s eyes lit up with joy, "You’re awake!?"
Hearing the girl’s voice, Qin Sijue glanced slightly away, his gaze falling on her face.
This face, he was completely unfamiliar with; he didn’t know who she was.
Ignoring her, he looked up at the white ceiling, faintly hearing the soft sounds of conversation coming from the next bed.
Even though he felt somewhat weak, he still turned his head with effort, and saw another bed beside him.
"Hey? I’m talking to you; why are you ignoring me?"
The girl’s voice rose again, seemingly displeased with his rude behavior of ignoring her.
Hearing the voice, Qin Sijue turned his head slightly and fixed a sharp, cold gaze upon her pretty, delicate face, "Who are you?"
The girl was startled, "Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that? Who are you?"
Qin Sijue looked at her for a few seconds, and did not answer her question, instead trying to rise from the bed.
But as soon as his body tried to move, a sharp pain spread through every nerve in his body, causing a severe furrow in his brow and his complexion to turn pale again, almost frighteningly so.
Seeing this, the girl also panicked, quickly pressing him down, "Hey, don’t move! You’ve been seriously injured and have been unconscious for several days now!"
Upon hearing this, Qin Sijue glanced at the girl, and eventually did not move.
However, after hearing her words, he was taken aback for a moment.
He had been unconscious for several days?
Seeing that he stopped moving, the girl seemed satisfied and let go of her hand.
"You can tell me who you are now, right?" she asked in a small voice because they were in a general ward, and there was another patient beside them!
It should be known that in their little county town, if one saw someone with a gunshot wound, eight or nine times out of ten, that person would be thought of as a bad guy, of course, except for the police.
"Also, how did you end up in the trunk of my car?"
Qin Sijue did not answer any of her questions in a row.
"Why aren’t you talking?"
Qin Sijue glanced away, seemingly tired, "What is this place."
The girl hesitated, her lips pouting slightly in dissatisfaction.
"You tell me first, who are you? Otherwise, I won’t tell you what this place is!"
Qin Sijue glanced at her, but did not take her threat seriously, and gently closed his eyes—perhaps from tiredness, or perhaps lacking the strength to speak further.
Seeing him close his eyes, the girl became even more anxious, opening her mouth as if wanting to say something, yet reluctant to speak.
For the following time, Qin Sijue did not open his eyes again.
The girl even wondered if he had passed out again, or was he asleep?
"Hey? Have you fainted again?"
Qin Sijue remained with his eyes closed and did not open them.
Not understanding, the girl frowned slightly, then looked out the window to see that it had completely darkened outside and suddenly got up and left the ward.
Because of the severity of his injuries, Qin Sijue had not fallen unconscious again but simply didn’t want to waste any additional energy.