Tyrannical Tycoon Haunts Me Relentlessly-Chapter 800: The Buried Truth 20
She tried to stand up, but because her entire body was weak and limp, she was already falling outward before she could get up.
"Lady Qing." Nurses and doctors cried out in shock.
Still, they dared not approach, worried about frightening the person on the bed.
As Yu Wanqing was about to fall off the bed, Gu Beicheng took a big step forward, stretching out his large palm to grab her shoulder.
"I haven’t left." He spoke calmly, letting her lie back on the bed with one hand, "Your complexion is very poor, let the doctor have a look."
"No! Beicheng, don’t leave!"
Just as Gu Beicheng had let go of her shoulder, Yu Wanqing was grabbing his hand.
Her body was still trembling, like a candle flame that could be blown out at any moment, which made one’s heart ache to see.
"Seventh Young Master, why don’t you stay with Lady Qing for a while? She has many wounds on her body, which must be treated immediately," the doctor reminded in a low voice.
"Moreover, Lady Qing has lost a lot of blood, if she keeps drifting in and out like this, once she collapses, the consequences are unimaginable."
"Beicheng." Yu Wanqing caught Gu Beicheng’s hand, gazing into his eyes that reflected the shimmer of tears.
Gu Beicheng gave her a look and still withdrew his hand.
He stood up, turned, and stepped away, with his back to the bed.
"I’m staying here, not going anywhere. You start treating her."
Yu Wanqing bit her lip, her gaze never leaving the man’s figure.
The doctor glanced at Gu Beicheng, then turned back to look at Yu Wanqing.
She pursed her lips tentatively and walked toward Yu Wanqing.
Indeed, with the Seventh Young Master present, Lady Qing no longer refused their approach.
Stopping the bleeding, applying medicine, examining, infusing—people were busy around the bed for the past half hour, while the man standing not far away remained immobile.
Yu Wanqing kept her eyes on Gu Beicheng’s back, her eyelids drooping continuously, still unwilling to fall asleep.
After tucking the patient into bed, the doctor and two nurses all let out a sigh of relief.
"Seventh Young Master, it’s done," said the doctor, turning to look at Gu Beicheng.
Gu Beicheng turned around, his gaze sweeping past the person on the bed and settling on the doctor.
"How’s her condition?" His indifferent voice always carried a chilling sensation.
This cold aura, despite being in the same room for more than half an hour, was still a bit hard to bear for everyone present.
After a light cough, the female doctor spoke softly, "Lady Qing has countless small and large injuries on her body, and some will gradually become apparent."
"There are seven lacerations, all knife wounds, fortunately, they are not deep."
"No internal injuries have been found for now, but, a detailed examination is needed for her mental state before a diagnosis can be confirmed."
With a sigh, the doctor turned back to look at Yu Wanqing.
"Lady Qing, you should rest for a while; this is the Feng Family’s place, nothing will happen."
Yu Wanqing was truly in terrible mental shape, but she still refused to close her eyes.
In these thirty-some minutes, she just watched the man in the room, her gaze unchanging.
Even when her wounds were disinfected and in pain, she merely furrowed her brows.
Seeing no response from the person on the bed, the doctor glanced at the two nurses beside her.
"Seventh Young Master, I think we’d better step out for a moment. If possible, please ask Lady Qing to rest. Natural sleep is much better than using medicine to induce it."
Without saying anything more, the doctor turned and walked towards the door.
The two nurses understood, packing up their things and pushing the cart as they also left.
"Beicheng." Yu Wanqing called out softly.
Gu Beicheng looked at her, knitting his brows, and took steps to walk over.
