Dongfang Han walked down the street embarrassedly, only feeling the faint pain from the wound on his shoulder, and the aftermath of the impact seemed to be still there. The blood gradually dyed the bandage tied to her shoulders red, and she walked blankly without paying attention to the gazes of those around her.
Did she do it wrong? At first, she had made up her mind, she should know that there will be a scene like today, but now, she has some doubts whether her heart is not ruthless enough, and she is not ruthless enough, so that these people will repeat themselves again and again. Destroy her steps forward.
I don’t know how long I’ve been walking, there was a rush of footsteps in front of me. Before Dongfang Han raised his head, the man rushed up, grabbed her wrist with one hand, and hurriedly asked, "Where have you been? Why not? Call me, do you know that I am worried about you." After Zhuo Lin finished speaking, he was surprised when he saw Dongfang Han's torn collar and the bleeding wound.
"What happened, how did you become like this?"
Dongfang Han looked up at him weakly, "Don't tell them, Zhuo Lin. Take me to the hospital."
After Zhuo Lin stared at her for a while, unwilling to compromise, he took the sword box on her shoulder and put it on his back. He quickly picked Dongfang Han and walked out of the crowd.
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Zhuo Lin took Dongfang Han to a nearby hospital and watched the nurse bandaged the wound and brought Dongfang Han out. He hurried up to support Dongfang Han who was too pale at this time.
"How?"
Seeing that the girl had such a handsome and caring boyfriend, the young female nurse could not help pursing her lips and secretly smiled, "Don't worry. There is nothing serious about this lady, wait for you to take the anti-inflammatory drugs prescribed by the doctor, and take a good rest. Just try not to touch the water."
Zhuo Lin was taken aback, realized his gaffe, and quickly made a whole expression, and nodded to the nurse in gratitude.
After seeing the nurse, Zhuo Lin helped Dongfang Han to sit on the bench in the corridor.
"Tell me, what happened?" Zhuolin looked at her, with a hint of Dongfang Han who could detect a vague anger.
"I'm sorry." She apologized to him, "I caused you trouble."
"You know what I didn't mean!" Zhuo Lin was anxious.
"Ah, I know." Dongfang Han's eyes dimmed. "I hope you don't talk to Xia Rongrong and others about this. I don't want them to worry."
"reason."
Dongfang Han paused before speaking, "I met Jiang Junxi..."
Zhuo Lin was slightly startled, but did not speak.
"His father's affairs were all caused by me. I know he hates me, and I also know that he wants to let me die right away and give his father his life. But..." She said this, laughing abruptly to herself, "How am I? Maybe let him succeed! At least now I can't die, I can't die here for this kind of thing."
She didn't blame the slightest for the sword he stabbed her before.
He scolded her for not having a heart of repentance, but only she knew if she had ever had it.
Without getting any reply from Zhuo Lin, it was probably because he felt that he had said something wrong that made him unhappy, Dongfang Han suddenly fell into silence.
After a while, Zhuo Lin squeezed her slightly cold hands on her knees, and whispered in a soft voice, "Go back! I've called Gao Yuan to tell them. Don't worry, this one tonight." I won't say anything."
Perhaps even Dongfang Han hadn't noticed it herself, and a trace of disappointment flashed in her eyes.
Zhuo Lin, who didn't say anything and didn't lose his temper, made her feel a little uneasy.
So Zhuo Lin didn't say much, and told her to wait for him here for a while, then turn around and leave to get the medicine.
Dongfang Han, who was sitting alone in the cold corridor, was left with her head down. No one could see her expression at this moment.