Zhan Xiaohan suddenly raised his eyes, clenching his fists, "Perhaps, she has been through an explosion."
"That would explain it, mainly internal injuries, we'll need to take some films to see the condition of the brain."
Zhan Xiaohan felt his heart lift to his throat; he couldn't hear anything the doctor was saying.
He glanced through the doorframe at her beautiful, innocent, and delicate face, and felt his blood surge to his head.
Accident...
All her signs were so similar to Little Ruan; it couldn't all just be coincidences.
Meng Yue called out from beside him, "Mr. Zhan, this miss always angers you and doesn't know what's good for her. We'd better not get involved in her affairs."
Zhan Xiaohan turned his head, his gaze icy cold as he looked at Meng Yue, "Shut up, this isn't your business."
Meng Yue lowered his head.
He didn't understand why Mr. Zhan always paid so much attention to this woman who despised him so much.
"Yes."