Chen Yibo and Lin Zefeng glanced at each other, thinking that the other would talk to each other.

As a result, neither of them responded.

The nurse came out doubtfully and asked Lin Zefeng:

"Aren't you his relative?"

Chen Yibo raised his head and pushed Lin Zefeng, who was confused.

Lin Zefeng then came back to his senses and said:

"Oh, I am, I am the injured man's brother."

The nurse frowned, looked behind them, and asked:

"Well, is that girl gone just now?"

"Oh, she went to help the injured get a change of clothes."

Lin Zefeng answered.

"Well, the injured has no clothes. You and I can go get a hospital gown and put it on for her. Sir, please go and pay the deposit for the clothes."

Because Lin Zefeng claimed to be the injured woman's cousin on the registration form, although the nurse was suspicious, she still chose to believe it.

"oh."

Lin Zefeng agreed with the nurse and was about to follow, but Chen Yibo grabbed him.

"Feng, you'd better pay for it. I'll hand it over to her for these clothes..."

Lin Zefeng then remembered that, to put it nicely, he was Yang Ruoyan's cousin, but in fact they couldn't even get along, so what kind of blood relatives could they be?

He patted his head and said:

"Yeah, that's fine, I'll pay."

"No, who are you? The injured person has no clothes on. You are a married man. How can you look at a girl's body casually?"

The nurse actually knew the identities of the two people in front of her, but she had passed her fantasy-filled years and was already a mature woman in her forties. She didn't long for a rich family because she was already married, and she didn't follow trendsetters.

I'm past the age of dreaming.

In the past two days, newspapers, news, and magazines have been making a fuss all over the city. It's hard not to know what's going on.

I also knew that the person lying inside was Yang Ruoyan, the central figure in the news.

But the nurse knows in her heart that 80% of gossip magazines are full of nonsense. People who are hurt by such news often come to the hospital for treatment. Most of them are tragedies hyped up by public opinion. Many of the central figures in the news will

They were condemned by society, and some were even beaten for no reason while walking on the street.

The nurse obviously regarded Yang Ruoyan as this type of person. In addition, Chen Yibo appeared here unexpectedly. It seemed that it was not Yang Ruoyan who wanted to force the palace, but Chen Yibo's persistence that angered the poor man.

The girl is going to the wedding, right?

"Well……"

Chen Yibo was speechless and could only pat Lin Zefeng on the shoulder and said:

"Okay, I'll pay."

Lin Zefeng sighed again and shook his head, then followed the nurse to get clothes.

…

Entering the emergency room, Lin Zefeng was still shocked when he saw Yang Ruoyan being treated. At that time, Yang Ruoyan was covered in blood and was wearing clothes. It was difficult to see how many wounds there were. Although they had been cleaned now, it was even more unbearable to look at.

While helping her get dressed, he vaguely seemed to see some old scars. The only intact skin on her belly and inner thighs revealed stripes of shallow, black-gray scars.

On the inner side of her arm, there were actually many burn marks, some were large and some were small and only had one spot. They were not burns from cigarette butts, but seemed to be... marks caused by burning incense.

What made his heart tremble even more was Yang Ruoyan's fingers. When he helped her put the gloves into her sleeves, he actually found that there were callus-like scars on all ten of her fingers, between the nails and the flesh. How could this happen?

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