He Xing bent down and scooped Xia Ning into his arms, rushing towards the Emergency Room at a speed faster than a 200-meter sprint.
The lights of the Emergency Room flickered again, and He Xing paced anxiously outside, completely losing his usual composure.
When Xia Ning had previously attempted suicide, he could comfort himself that it had nothing to do with him; but today, it was he who had been accompanying Xia Ning on a walk in the hospital, it was he who pushed her on the swing, yet he still let Xia Ning fall.
He was very worried about Xia Ning's face, as a girl's face is what she values most. If her face were injured, Xia Ning might find life unbearable.
Not many people were in the corridor outside the Emergency Room, all wearing worried expressions; typically, those waiting here were awaiting the outcomes of their emergencies.
For the first time in his life, He Xing felt a strong sense of guilt towards Xia Ning.