"She really isn't seriously injured? Please, come with me to the hospital, and examine her yourself, so I can rest assured."
Wen Shimo's voice trembled, his body shook uncontrollably, his face was tight and pale, with a layer of fine sweat beading on his forehead.
This was the first time Qiao Ran had seen Wen Shimo in such a panicked and disheveled state.
She had always thought that no matter what happened, he was the kind of person who remained unruffled and took things lightly.
It turned out that was not the case.
He, too, had moments of nervousness, panic, loss of control, fear, and disarray.
And the only person who could elicit these emotions from him was Song Wanqing.
His love for Song Wanqing was indeed deep enough to be enviable.
"Mr. Wen, please be assured, she really isn't in life-threatening danger, but you should rush her to the hospital to assess the concussion severity to avoid missing the best treatment opportunity!" Qiao Ran's voice was distant and indifferent.