She was a person who felt pain intensely. What others found mildly painful, she would find exceptionally so.
At the moment, Shi Ran was severely injured and had been holding herself back. However, her mind couldn't overcome the physical agony. She couldn't stop her tears from flowing, wetting the gauze and seeping into the wound.
The pain was comparable to salt being poured onto a wound.
Qing Muye, standing beside her, immediately turned and walked out of the ward, calling for a doctor outside.
Soon, the doctor hurried over. Seeing the situation, he immediately asked a nurse to fetch scissors. "You two, step aside."
Although Tang Si didn't understand the language, he could comprehend the doctor's meaning through the translator.
He and Meng Jingwei immediately moved to the side.
The nurse stepped forward and held Shi Ran's hands. The doctor, holding scissors, cut open the gauze on Shi Ran's face to prevent the tears from causing infection in the wound.
As the gauze was cut open, Shi Ran's wound was exposed, clearly visible to everyone present.
Shi Ran was born with fair skin and a "first love" face. Her features were delicate and small, sweet and cute. Every smile and glance captivated the heart with her beauty.
Now, a hideous scar ran across her face, from her left cheekbone all the way to the bridge of her nose. There were even injuries on her brow bone.
The red wound, stitched together with thread, made it look like a centipede, red and swollen, making it impossible to discern her original features.
Where was the trace of her former sweetness?
Everyone knew that Shi Ran's face had been stitched with eighteen stitches. But when they saw the wound firsthand, they still found it shocking and their hair stood on end.
Tang Si clenched his fists, suppressing the deep pain within him despite all his efforts.
Meng Jingwei and Qing Muye met each other's gaze. He put his arm around her shoulders, letting her lean into his embrace.
The doctor disinfected, applied medication, and bandaged Shi Ran's face again.
Throughout the process, the doctor's movements were gentle, but Shi Ran still felt pain. She gripped the bedding tightly with her hands, her knuckles turning white, her hands trembling.
Tang Si watched with a heart full of pain.
For the first time in his life, he felt such heartbreak because of an outsider.
He stood by the bedside, gripping the handrail, and tried to keep his voice soft. "Ran Bao'er, the doctor said your injury is on your face. You absolutely cannot cry. Once you cry, the wound will be exposed to tears. Not only will it be very painful, but it will also increase the risk of infection, do you understand?"
Tang Si was also a doctor and had experience in the medical aesthetics industry. He knew that Shi Ran's facial injury could no longer be repaired.
Her only option was plastic surgery.
He turned and said to Qing Muye, "Second Brother, have the doctor give Ran Bao'er a sedative injection."
"Okay."
Qing Muye responded and then translated Tang Si's words, relaying the message.
The doctor nodded and instructed a nurse to fetch the sedative. The nurse returned shortly and administered the injection to Shi Ran.
After the doctor left, Shi Ran gradually fell asleep, and the ward returned to silence.
"Awei, you should lie down too."
There were two beds in the ward. Qing Muye helped Meng Jingwei lie down on the adjacent bed and carefully covered her with a thin quilt.
Lying on the bed, Meng Jingwei glanced at Shi Ran and asked Tang Si, "Can her facial injury be repaired with plastic surgery?"
Tang Si frowned and sighed, "As long as she's not allergic to scars, a minor cosmetic procedure should be fine."
Despite saying that, Shi Ran's wound was so severe that she wouldn't recover her former appearance anytime soon.
"That's good."
Meng Jingwei felt very guilty. "I will definitely give you an explanation for this matter."
Ultimately, it was Old Chen Tou's fault. She couldn't stand by and do nothing.