Qin Miaomiao's head was slammed hard, leaving her not only dizzy and dazed but also experiencing tinnitus—unable to hear anything.
"Miaomiao!"
He called out several times and reached out to hold her, but she groaned:
"Don't... don't move me, it hurts."
Lu Qing's heart felt as if it had been fiercely wrenched, though his face betrayed nothing. His voice grew gentler:
"Where does it hurt? Tell me."
"My head... and my waist."
Lu Qing immediately made a phone call, and within half an hour, the ambulance arrived. Earlier, unsure of where exactly she was injured, he had barely moved her—merely holding her hand tightly all along.
Lu Lu, on the other hand, was increasingly jealous upon witnessing this.
"Brother, I'm injured too! Why do you only care about her and not me?"
Lu Qing turned to glance at her and replied coldly:
"You still have the energy to speak so spiritedly—what could possibly be wrong with you?"
