In the hospital, Xia Yu was arranged to the VIP ward. The experts were conducting a consultation with him.
With the best medical conditions, Xia Yu's condition was much better than on the plane.
When Xia Wanyuan entered the ward, Xia Yu was already awake. He was leaning against the bed frame and asking the doctor to bandage his wound.
The moment the medicine was applied, Xia Yu gasped in pain.
The door opened. Xia Yu thought it was a doctor. "Doctor, can you get me some painkillers?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Xia Yu looked at the door in confusion and was stunned.
Standing at the door was Xia Wanyuan.
Xia Yu's eyes turned red. "Sister."
Xia Wanyuan walked over and glanced at Xia Yu's wound. "How did you end up like this?"
Xia Yu had never cried even after rolling through mountains of knives and seas of flames for so long. Now that he was facing Xia Wanyuan's questioning, he cried. "I was beaten up by someone."
