The room wasn't far from the treatment area, located on the same floor.
Gu Qianqian quickly found the place, the door was ajar, and she gently pushed it open and walked inside.
Then, she saw Luo Fan sitting on a chair, frowning, lost in thought.
Gu Qianqian approached Luo Fan.
At that moment, a nurse wearing a mask was skillfully dressing his wounds.
Luo Fan still tilted his head, staring blankly at a spot in the air, his eyes—usually filled with laughter—now somber.
He seemed not to have noticed Gu Qianqian's arrival.
Gu Qianqian wondered what had distracted him; it must be the pain from the wounds.
Concerned, she asked, "Luo Fan, does it hurt a lot?"
Luo Fan started, suddenly looking up.
Then he saw Gu Qianqian's face, full of worry.
At that moment, it seemed like blossoms sprouted before his eyes.
This time, he truly understood what it meant to feel overjoyed.
He had thought that Gu Qianqian was ignoring him.
