On the way to the hospital, Wen Shuang was still comforting Xuan Zhe. But after all the examinations, the delayed exhaustion and pain swallowed him whole. Was this the third examination... or the fourth? Wen Shuang could not remember. Half-conscious, he stared at the blurred Ceiling. Fortunately, Xuan Zhe had remained by his side. The man occasionally leaned close to whisper something in his ear, his warm breath brushing Wen Shuang's earlobe. It tickled, but even moving was too exhausting.
A slight fracture in his right rib. He was given an anesthetic injection.
There was no displacement, so the doctor chose the most conservative treatment and fixed his waist with a cast. Wen Shuang ran a slight fever that night, but slept deeply.
Xuan Zhe had remained calm throughout the entire process. He listened carefully to the doctor and memorized every word, while arranging Tang Weisheng's surgery and having someone investigate Lu Li. He seemed not the least bit flustered by Wen Shuang's accident. Yet once everything had settled down, once he finally had time to stay by Wen Shuang's side, a terror known only to him surged in like a raging tide.
Xuan Zhe brushed aside the hair by Wen Shuang's eye and gazed at him silently. He knew this person was fragile, yet he had still allowed him to face Lu Li alone.
Right... Lu Li. The hospital room lights were off, but the darkness in Xuan Zhe's eyes became the brightest thing in the room. They remained tightly focused as he urged himself to piece together the entire chain of events.
Xuan Zhe could be certain of one thing: Wen Shuang was not the original owner of this body. From what he had observed during this time, Wen Shuang likely was not even from this world, because