Du Lin immediately turned to call the doctor.
Before long, the doctor arrived, holding the diagnostic report and X-rays, and explained Shi Ran's condition to Tang Si.
Her facial skin wound was too deep, stretching from her left cheek to her nose bridge. The more than ten-centimeter wound required a full eighteen stitches.
Although absorbable sutures were used, the facial wound was too deep. Even after healing, it would leave a noticeable and disfiguring scar.
As Tang Si listened to the doctor, his head buzzed, and consumed by anger, he became extremely anxious.
"She needs complete rest now to prevent infection. Also, the wound will be very itchy during the healing process, and the patient must absolutely not scratch it."
The doctor instructed, and Du Lin on the side helped translate.
Finally, Tang Si asked everyone to leave the ward. He then moved a chair and sat by the bedside, watching the sleeping Shi Ran with immense heartache.
He held her hand, his fingertips caressing the delicate, fair skin of her hand. Her slender fingers were slightly cool, making Tang Si reluctant to let go, yet he felt a pang of grief.
Tang Si deeply regretted bringing Shi Ran to the Hidden Clan.
If he hadn't selfishly wanted to keep her by his side, none of this would have happened today.
She was a girl who loved beauty so much. Now that her face was ruined, how could she bear it?
Ring, ring, ring—
His phone rang from his pocket.
He took out his phone; it was Qing Muyi's number.
After coming ashore from the Luosang River, Qing Muyi had contacted someone to retrieve his phone, and unexpectedly, it had been delivered to him so quickly.
"Second Brother?"
"How is Shi Ran?" Qing Muyi asked, concerned about Shi Ran's condition after the call connected.
Tang Si's gaze involuntarily fell on the frail young girl in the hospital bed. His brows furrowed, and a flicker of pain crossed his eyes. "She..."
He could only utter one word before his throat felt choked. "Disfigured."
"Disfigured? Who did it?" Qing Muyi asked, not understanding.
"Little Chili asked Ran Bao'er to guard Old Chen Tou, but when Old Chen Tou escaped, he injured her." As he spoke, Tang Si's emotions became uncontrollably angry, and his voice rose in volume. "How could that old man scratch her face, such a young girl? A wound over ten centimeters, and eighteen stitches!"
Tang Si gritted his teeth as he spoke, a chilling glint in his eyes, wishing he could kill Old Chen Tou immediately to vent his anger.
"...I'll be there immediately."
Qing Muyi was silent for a moment, seemingly not knowing what to say, and then hung up the phone.
Meng Jingwei had already come out of the ward and woken up. She was currently receiving an IV drip.
Also lying in the ward, Meng Jingwei asked Qing Muyi, "What's wrong?"
Qing Muyi sat in the companion chair, holding Meng Jingwei's hand, his brows deeply furrowed. "Master Chen injured Shi Ran's face. The facial wound is over ten centimeters, requiring eighteen stitches."
"What?"
Meng Jingwei sat up directly from the bed, but a sharp gasp of pain escaped her. "Hiss..." she grimaced from the pain.
"Lie down."
Seeing her frown in pain, Qing Muyi felt immense heartache. "You are truly something, breaking a rib and being injured all over, yet you still insisted on rescuing me!"
He chided Meng Jingwei verbally, but Qing Muyi's heart was filled with overwhelming affection, almost overflowing.
What kind of determination made her ignore her own pain and frantically drive down the mountain?
If she had died, how would he live the rest of his life?
After hearing about this, Qing Muyi felt lingering fear and wanted to reprimand Meng Jingwei, but ultimately could not bring himself to do it.
"Don't talk about me. Hurry and go see Shi Ran."
She held Qing Muyi's hand. "Help me up, let's go together."