Jiang Ruan looked down at herself. Although she might have been injured at the time, she had now fully recovered. The only issue was that she had been lying down for quite some time and her body felt somewhat stiff.
She threw off the blanket and got out of bed.
"Show me his surgical records," she requested.
Jiang Ruan's voice was incredibly calm, her fair face devoid of any emotional fluctuations— even her eyes were an endless, deep black.
Fu Chi furrowed his brows subconsciously, reaching over to grip the girl's shoulder, "You still haven't fully recovered. You should rest first, as for Qingyu's situation. He's alive and well right now."
All he could do was tell her this.
As for the rest...
That was up to Qingyu.
Jiang Ruan raised her eyes to look at the man in front of her.
"Tell me the truth. How is he doing right now?" she demanded.
Fu Chi's eyes darkened.
"Ruanruan, it's his decision."
