After getting into the car, Chiyin's posture was very stiff.
Occasionally, bumps in the road would aggravate the pain in his back, and he could feel the wound bleeding.
The tearing pain came wave after wave.
The driver hesitated, "But your injuries are so severe, if we go back, Madame will definitely find out—"
Upon hearing this, Chiyin fell silent for a moment and then instructed with a furrowed brow,
"Take a detour and find a nearby hospital to stop."
"Yes."
Five minutes later, the car halted in front of the emergency building of a hospital.
After entering the hospital, the doctor unwrapped his bandages and prepared to reapply medicine.
Just then, his phone rang; it was Fengxuan calling to ask where he was and why he hadn't come home yet.
"…Traffic is jammed, I'll be home soon, you guys go ahead and eat dinner, don't wait for me."
