When they arrived at the hospital, it was already one or two in the morning, and the wards were all quiet.
It seemed that the patients had already gone to rest.
But Yan Huan was eager to see Ji Chuan, and pushed the door a little too hard.
With a bang, the door was pushed open.
The light from the corridor seeped in, and under this gentle light, Yan Huan clearly saw Ji Chuan lying alone on the hospital bed, his eyes tightly shut.
His head was wrapped in bandages, his leg was in a cast, and the blood-stained white coat was gone, replaced by clean hospital attire.
In the corridor, they had already inquired about Ji Chuan's condition. The night-duty doctor said he was out of danger, reassuring them.
But without personally confirming, Yan Huan couldn't rest assured.
He hurried to Ji Chuan's bedside, crouched down, and gently called out Ji Chuan's name.
"Ji Chuan, Ji Chuan, I've come..."
She called twice in succession, but Ji Chuan kept his eyes closed.
