Qing Yi was scared stiff on the spot, his head buzzing.
It was not until he saw the drunkard being wheeled out, without a white sheet covering his head, that his soul returned to his body, but he found his legs had gone weak and he couldn't stand up.
White Clothes quickly helped him up and approached to inquire.
"Doctor, how is he?"
"The situation is very strange. His heart was clearly ruptured and bleeding in multiple places, but now it seems fine. We'll take him for an examination first, you can follow us."
After speaking, the doctor hurriedly helped the nurse push the drunkard into the elevator.
"No, he's fine?" White Clothes was incredulous.
Qing Yi was also somewhat unable to process what was happening.
He had just been vomiting so much blood and looked in so much pain, how was he suddenly okay?
"Qing Yi, you go back to the ward and wait, I'll go check on the drunkard."
