After I left my job, I became pregnant with my ex-boss’s child.

"Beep beep beep—"

The severe pain caused Wei Yan to slowly open his eyes.

There were messy figures all around, as well as the sound of ambulances.

Her ears were ringing, and she vaguely heard someone calling her name anxiously. It took a lot of consciousness to realize that the voice belonged to Leng Yeting.

Afraid of internal bleeding, Leng Yeting did not dare to shake her. Until the ambulance's stretcher arrived, Leng Yeting accompanied her all the way.

Wei Yan felt like she was being lifted up. From such a small distance, she seemed to be closer to the sky.

She half-opened her eyes in confusion. Yes, she wanted to reach out and touch the sky...

However, at this moment, the world completely fell into darkness.

I don't know how much time had passed when I woke up again. Everywhere in my body hurt, as if Wei Yan was about to be torn apart.

It was completely dark outside the window, and there was a very pungent smell of disinfectant inside.

Her fingers moved slightly, and then they were held tightly.

Wei Yan paused and looked to the other side. Leng Yeting seemed to notice her waking up and raised his head to look.

"Yan Yan," Leng Yeting's voice was hoarse, "how do you feel?"

"It hurts..." Wei Yan said softly.

Leng Yeting was heartbroken and raised his hand to gently touch her forehead.

"Where's Ji Liang? Where's Fu Ci?" Wei Yan asked again.

"They're all right."

Wei Yan curled her lips slightly and her eyes became pleased.

Leng Yeting paused and said, "I didn't hide your injury from Diandian."

Wei Yan was stunned: "Diandian, do you understand?"

"He has the right to know. With other random thoughts, I told him directly."

Wei Yan's eyes became sad: "He must be worried."

Leng Yeting leaned over and kissed her, then stood up and poured water for her.

Wei Yan tried to get up, but her body was in great pain, but the pain made it impossible for her to tell the extent of her injuries.

Leng Yeting came back with a water glass. Seeing her dazed expression, Leng Yeting said softly: "Yan Yan?"

Wei Yan opened his mouth, but didn't dare to ask.

"What are you going to say?" Leng Yeting asked.

"Do I...do I still have my feet?"

Leng Yeting didn't expect that she would ask this, and he suddenly felt even more uncomfortable.

He sat down by the bed and said softly: "Yes."

"Where's my hand?"

"Of course."

"Am I still intact? I mean, my toes and fingers are all there."

Leng Yeting said: "The skin is all good, and there are no burns or burns."

Wei Yan let out a long sigh of relief.

Leng Yeting gently held her face: "Does it hurt? It hurts so much that you can't feel them?"

Wei Yan gave him a smile, didn't answer, and just lowered her head to drink from his water glass.

After drinking, she leaned on Leng Yeting's shoulder, not wanting to talk anymore.

As a "traveling" doctor, she followed her grandfather around Ancheng to treat people who could not afford the medical fees. She could see their pain, feel their hard work, and sympathize with their hardship. Now, it was her turn. You know, all that empathy is nothing.

The real pain is something that patients use all their strength to support independently.

Just like her back, it was now tearing in pain.

Leng Yeting told her that she was intact, including her skin.

But it was impossible for her to escape unscathed from such an earth-shattering chaos.

All I can say is that it's not that serious.

But she should still be thankful that at least her limbs are intact.

Wei Yan closed her eyes, her face pale from pain.

Leng Yeting felt distressed, but besides accompanying and hugging each other, there was really nothing he could do.