Chapter 107 I am, of course, Sherlock Holmes

When I rushed into Sheng Yanyan's hospital room, I found that Sang Shixi had already arrived.

He stood beside Sheng Yanyan's bed, his complexion looking quite terrible.

Sheng Yanyan lay on the bed, looking like she was on her last breath; both of her cheeks were bright red and swollen, clearly marked with the prints of fingers.

Sang Qi was almost furiously scolding the special nurse: "Can't you even take care of one person?"

The special nurse trembled with fear: "I just went out to use the restroom, I don't know what happened."

I felt that the special nurse was quite wronged; who could have anticipated that merely a trip to the restroom, and Sheng Yanyan, a grown woman in her twenties, would face trouble in such a short time.

Sheng Yanyan kept her eyes closed and tears flowed continuously. After scolding the nurse, Sang Qi bent down and asked her tenderly, "How are you feeling, Yanyan? Is there any discomfort?"