When I rushed to Sheng Yanyan’s ward again, Sang Qi was there already.
He stood by Sheng Yanyan’s bedside, and his expression was dark.
Sheng Yanyan was lying on the bed again, seemingly limp and out of strength. The two sides of her face were reddened and swollen, with a vivid palmprint.
Sang Qi almost raged as he yelled at her nurse, “Can’t you even do your job properly and look after one single person without screwing up?”
Sheng Yanyan’s nurse was frightened out of her wits, “I just... I just went to the toilet for a few minutes, I didn’t know... how it all happened... how it’s possible...”
The nurse really was rather innocent. The only thing she did was that she took a quick toilet break. Besides, Sheng Yanyan was a fully grown adult already, who would have known that she’d be that much trouble to look after?