Jian Si had completed a series of examinations and was taken to the VIP ward.
Lu Youting looked at the pale-faced Jian Si, her head wrapped in bandages, still in a coma, and his hands suddenly clenched tightly, veins bulging on the back of his hands, his entire body as if enveloped in the freezing winds and snow of a bitterly cold place.
The doctor reported the examination results at his side.
"Professor Jian has soft tissue damage on her face, moderate concussive injury to her brain, and no hematomas are found inside her skull at the moment. We will observe her for a night, and if no symptoms like vomiting or fever appear, she should recover after a period of treatment."
Lu Youting narrowed his eyes and asked, "And if there is vomiting or fever?"
Facing Lu Youting's grim face that resembled King Yanluo, the doctor broke out in a cold sweat, trembling as he said, "If, if there is vomiting and dizziness, her life would be in danger and emergency surgery would be necessary."