Wen Jichen didn't turn around, still standing by the window.
But in a place unseen by others, his hands were tightly clenched into fists, his body tensely strung like the string on an arrow.
The doctor couldn't see the expression on his face and could only say cautiously,
"This lady is fine, she has just fainted temporarily and will wake up by evening."
There was a brief flicker in Wen Jichen's eyes, and when he turned around, he had reverted to the indifferent and unfaithful man of his usual days.
"She has a wound on her waist."
The doctor wiped the sweat from his forehead and hurriedly said,
"The nurse is dealing with it now. The skin has been slightly broken, and there might be bruising for a few days, but it's nothing serious!"
Wen Jichen's gaze fell on the pale-faced woman on the hospital bed, and a hint of anger crept into his eyes unintentionally.
"Keep your mouths shut. If I hear anything I shouldn't, be careful, or I'll dismantle this hospital!"
