Stepping out of the hospital room, Qin Feimo's silhouette became even colder.
...
It wasn't until eight thirty-five in the evening that Feng Jinglei slowly opened her eyes.
As soon as she opened her eyes, she felt the pain from the severe head injury, with her entire head wrapped in a circle of gauze.
"Jinglei, you're awake!"
Before she could make out her surroundings, she heard Zhuang Yanyan's voice.
Turning her head, sure enough, she saw Zhuang Yanyan sitting on the right side of the hospital bed.
Seeing her, Feng Jinglei was about to get up, "Grandma Qin?"
"Don't get up!"
Seeing Feng Jinglei covered in injuries, Zhuang Yanyan's eyes suddenly welled with tears, feeling deeply distressed.
She had only left the Commander Residence for two days, and now she was in such a state, how could Zhuang Yanyan not feel heartache?
"Grandma Qin, why are you..." She hesitated, looked around the hospital room, and realized she was in the hospital.
