The man's brow twisted.
What the hell? She's practically a drowning Buddha herself, and she still has the nerve to worry about that bastard?
The expression on Bo Yunshen's face faded, revealing a hint of inscrutable depth as he quickened his steps into the hospital, watching as Qin Yan was wheeled into the emergency room.
The hospital corridor was equipped with benches for people to rest. Plagued by a craving for a cigarette, Bo Yunshen took a seat. As he reached for the pack in his trouser pocket, his head drooped and his gaze settled on the dust there.
His vision shifted upward, and he noticed Qin Yan's blood had somehow stained his crisp white shirt and dried in place.
His body suddenly stiffened on the spot, and he clenched his teeth, seething with anger, "Qin... Yan!!"
Impressive, really! To get him dirty like this.
He had seriously underestimated Qin Yan!