In the hospital corridor, after paying the fees, Meng Jingwei and Shen Liannuo sat on the bench. Soon, the police arrived to question them, and at this moment, Qiao Ziqian was pushed out of the operating room.
Meng Jingwei hurried over and asked the doctor, "Doctor, how is he?"
"Mild concussion and some soft tissue contusions. He needs to stay for observation. If there are no problems, he can be discharged."
The doctor briefly explained the situation to Meng Jingwei.
Lying on the gurney, Qiao Ziqian looked at Meng Jingwei and shook his head, "It has nothing to do with you. I'll explain to the police."
Then, he was pushed to the ward by the nurse, and their group followed.
After settling into the ward, the accident investigation police and Meng Jingwei entered the room.
Qiao Ziqian, his head wrapped in a white bandage, lay weakly, an IV drip attached.
"Are you alright?"
Meng Jingwei stepped forward, showing concern.
Shen Liannuo, standing beside her, glanced at Qiao Ziqian, "You weren't watching where you were going. Whatever happens, it's your own fault."
Qiao Ziqian looked at Meng Jingwei, then at the woman in the red dress beside her, and couldn't help but sigh. One was cold and elegant, the other enchanting; together, they were exceptionally pleasing to the eye.
He thought to himself that although Tang Wanxing was a classical beauty, she was no match for Meng Jingwei.
But looking closely at their faces, Meng Jingwei's was more distinctive, while Tang Wanxing, though beautiful, had a popular internet celebrity's oval face, which made her seem less outstanding.
Would Qing Muye really fall for Tang Wanxing?
"I'm truly sorry, it was indeed my fault." Qiao Ziqian wore an expression of guilt and then turned to the police officer, "Officer, this has nothing to do with her. I was the one who ran across the road."
The lead police officer, however, said, "While you bear responsibility, she at least bears ten percent of it."
"There's no need. It's all my fault." Qiao Ziqian propped himself up on the bed, forcing himself to sit up despite his weakened body.
He earnestly explained the matter to the police officers again, and only then was the issue resolved.
After the police left, Shen Liannuo, sitting on a lounge chair, raised an eyebrow at him, "You still have some conscience."
Qiao Ziqian gave an embarrassed smile, "Miss Meng, right? I'm truly sorry for causing you trouble. By the way, you paid for my medical expenses, didn't you? I'll return the money to you."
As he spoke, he reached into his pocket with the hand not connected to the IV drip, and his brow furrowed with the movement.
Then, he said apologetically, "I'm really sorry, but it seems I forgot to bring my phone and wallet."
Meng Jingwei looked at the scholarly man sitting on the bed. He spoke politely and acted very gentlemanly, appearing to be a person of great upbringing.
She shook her head, "It's alright. I also have some responsibility for hitting you, so it's only right. But you must be careful in the future. Not every time you can be this lucky."
"I..."
Qiao Ziqian lowered his head slightly, a hint of dejection and sadness on his fair face, as if he had something unspoken. "I just wanted to chase my gi... never mind, it's all in the past."
He gestured with his hand, as if wanting to say something but stopping himself. "I'm fine now. You don't need to stay here any longer. By the way, Miss Meng, could you leave me your contact information before you leave?"
Meng Jingwei looked puzzled, not understanding what he meant.
Her expression was noticed by Qiao Ziqian, and he immediately explained, "I just want to find an opportunity to return the medical expenses you paid for me after I leave the hospital."
"Really, there's no need."
Meng Jingwei smiled slightly, "Then rest. I'm leaving." She glanced at Shen Liannuo, who was sitting on the sofa, and left the ward with her.