Lu Zhaozhao, who had been held by Song Sinian for a long time, took quite a while to come back to her senses.
She almost immediately went to check his wound, and upon seeing the deep, bone-deep gash that was still bleeding, her little face instantly paled again.
Song Sinian, worried that she would be stimulated again, quickly said, "Zhaozhao, don't be afraid. We're going to the hospital right now, my injuries aren't serious."
Lu Zhaozhao's eyes reddened instantly. She didn't care about anything else and obediently followed Song Sinian to the hospital.
Although the wound on Song Sinian's arm wasn't too severe, he had lost a bit too much blood in his attempt to stop Lu Zhaozhao.
Not long after being bandaged up, Song Sinian lay on the bed and fell asleep.
Lu Zhaozhao gripped his large hand tightly, staring intently at the IV bag above, her entire being seeming soulless.
It wasn't until Zhao Xi appeared in the ward that Lu Zhaozhao snapped back to reality.
