Lu Xiang and Song Lan stayed in the hallway of the prosthetic hospital for quite some time until Lador was stabilized after receiving emergency treatment and was transferred to a ward. Only when his mental state had settled did they enter the room.
"You've arrived just in time."
Lying on his back, Lador nodded towards his coat that was hung on the rack and had been left in tatters due to the explosion, saying, "There's a pack of cigarettes in the pocket of my coat, hurry up and get it for me."
When he was wheeledinto the ward, he had made the same request to the nurse, but met with a merciless refusal, even getting a lecture in return.
Talking about the health risks of smoking?
What a joke, these people have no idea what he had been through today.
If it had been just a second or two difference, he might not have been brought here in one piece, and even though he was saved, his worldview had been greatly shocked—now he had to light up a cigarette to calm his tumultuous emotions.