"Looking at her condition, she must have hit her head when she fell to the ground, but it's not serious. She should wake up in a few more hours," Ji Furong explained.
Lu Jihan nodded, letting out a slight sigh of relief.
Soon, Song Yinyin was wheeled out and transferred to a regular ward, but she hadn't regained consciousness and was still sleeping deeply.
Lu Jihan moved a chair and sat down by Song Yinyin's bedside, tightly holding her small hand with his large palms.
Looking at her pale little face on the hospital bed, Lu Jihan's thick eyebrows knitted together.
He thought of what Song Yinyin had gone through earlier at the city government banquet hall, how she had been forcibly taken away and fainted from fright...
Lu Jihan felt a deep sense of guilt.
If he had known this would happen, he wouldn't have brought her to that banquet.
Oh no!
He shouldn't have canceled the honeymoon trip; he shouldn't have attended the city government's banquet at all...
