She turned her head to look at Gu Jinyan and asked, "Jinyan, you're here too. Tell Auntie, what exactly happened to Yunshen?!"
"Why did a simple celebration banquet result in a fire? Why is everyone else fine, yet Yunshen is the only one who got injured?"
Mrs. Bo had just asked the question when there was movement from the operating room. A nurse pushed Bo Yunshen out on a stretcher.
"Yunshen..."
Mrs. Bo murmured softly, instinctively taking a step forward.
Bo Yunshen was draped in a thin blanket. As he passed by Mrs. Bo, she caught sight of his hands, exposed outside the blanket.
Bloody and mangled, the bandages wrapped around them weren't particularly tight. Even from his fingertips, one could glimpse the severity of the injuries.
Mrs. Bo's body trembled. His hands alone were so severely injured—what about the rest of his body?