There was a moment of silence in the ward, and Eden thought for a moment that she had hallucinations.
After Dorian came, he didn’t say anything else, and went straight to Eden in front of the hospital bed: “Where is the injury? Is it serious?”
Eden was also a little dazed, and only shook her head blankly: “I hit my head on the glass. Fortunately, I sew a few stitches.”
“Is this okay?” Dorian’s brows wrinkled, he had already inquired clearly on the way here, and the other party said that Eden was only slightly injured. It’s all stitched, they call it a minor injury?
Dorian looked at the gauze on her head, wanting to touch but not daring to touch it: “Does it still hurt?”
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