You Wouldn't Want to Watch Him Be Tormented Like This, Would You?

Various medical instruments and medicine bottles she could not name sat nearby, and the medicinal smell in the air came from there.

But none of those things drew her attention. Her gaze passed over the operating table and fell upon the metal bed not far away.

Someone lay there. With only one glance, Wang Dong'er recognized him.

"Huo Yuhao..." Wang Dong'er murmured softly, her voice trembling slightly.

Huo Yuhao, lying on the bed before her, was far too quiet.

Compared to how she remembered him, he was visibly much thinner.

His Inner Court uniform, which had once fit him properly, now looked loose on him, and the body beneath it was far more frail than before.

His face was pale, his lips nearly bloodless, and his eyes were tightly shut. He showed no reaction at all to the harsh lights or her call.

Wang Dong'er's breathing quickened. She approached step by step, and only after seeing the injuries across Huo Yuhao's chest and abdomen did she understand why he had become like this.

Following Wang Dong'er's gaze, a conspicuous wound stretched across Huo Yuhao's chest and abdomen.

The wound had already been treated and stitched back together, but it had been too severe. Even after treatment, the surrounding skin was still bruised a bluish-purple.

Seeing the horrifying wound, along with the bloodstained fluid and medicine around it, the color gradually drained from Wang Dong'er's face.

She finally understood what Huo Yuhao had gone through these past few days.

No wonder she had been jolted awake by sudden palpitations every night. Before coming here, after learning Long Wushang's identity, she had imagined countless worst-case scenarios.

But only when she truly stood here, watching the boy who had once fought beside her and cultivated with her lie silently on that bed, did