"How is it, does the patient still resist treatment?"
"No, the patient still won't let anyone near."
"Then what do we do? We can't just let the wound keep bleeding. Should we use anesthetics?"
"There's no family member present, and the patient is still conscious. Without the patient's consent, we can't proceed with anesthesia."
Lin Anxin's mind went blank, intuitively looking toward the crowd.
She saw a man covered in blood lying silently on the sickbed. The deep red bloodstains on his body formed a stark contrast with the hospital's white sheets, making it a shocking sight.
It's Si Chen!
He was wearing an elegant suit that he always favored, with dark red bloodstains still on it. His handsome chin had a scratch, his eyes tightly shut, and his face was pale...
It was the first time Lin Anxin had seen this man in such a sorry state. She clenched her fist so hard that she didn't even notice her fingernails digging into her flesh.
