Su Jinqi grimaced and said, "What? A whole month?"
"Although there's no fracture, you can't take it lightly. It's best to go to the hospital for another check-up; I suspect there might be a mild concussion."
Doctor Wang said to Li Jinghan, "Mr. Li, I'll be taking my leave now."
"I'll see you out." The two left the room together.
Chu Yanhao came in, saw Su Jinqi, and with tears in his eyes, sat beside the bed, cautiously asking, "Qiqi, does it still hurt?"
"It hurts, it really hurts."
"I'm sorry, it's all my fault." He bowed his head, twisting his little fingers in apology.
Su Jinqi couldn't turn over, only twisting her neck to look at him, coaxing him, "You just wanted me to stay, you did nothing wrong. It was an accident; no one saw it coming."
"Then can you forgive Uncle Han?" he asked. "He didn't mean to do it either."
Inside, Su Jinqi rolled her eyes—just because it wasn't intentional, does it have to be forgiven? All this pain because of him!