Jing Xiaocha woke up, and it was already ten o'clock in the evening.
Opening her eyes, she was greeted by a sea of white.
A gentle voice softly sounded by her ear, "Xiaocha, you're awake."
Jing Xiaocha slightly turned her face to look at Wen Ran sitting by the bedside, and spoke lightly, "Sister Wen."
"Xiaocha, you had surgery this afternoon. Your arm must be very painful now, and your neck is also injured, so lie still."
Wen Ran's voice was gentle and graceful, and her gaze at Jing Xiaocha was filled with compassion.
"I had surgery on my arm?"
Jing Xiaocha looked at Wen Ran in surprise. Her arm was just pierced by a nail, was it that serious?
"You lost a lot of blood which caused you to faint, and because the nail was rusty, surgery was necessary. You can't move this arm for a while."
"Sister Wen, Little Hui is still at the amusement park..."
