Chapter 535: Will There Be Scars

Xu Shu was taken aback for a moment, but fortunately his mental resilience was strong, and at this time he could barely maintain some composure.

“Breaking the law, if you really go out and kill someone, for the rest of your life, whenever you have an injury, I can only treat you through iron bars, and I’d need to apply for permission.

It’s troublesome.”

“Locked up, huh?”

Then how would he take care of Xiao Yao.

“Forget it, it’s not worth it.”

Mo Tingshen leaned back on the couch again, tilting his head back, staring blankly at the chandelier on the ceiling.

He suddenly…

didn’t know what to do anymore.

When Chu Yao woke up, how was he going to let out this breath of anger for her so she wouldn’t be mad?

“Do you have any injuries on your back?” Xu Shu asked.

Mo Tingshen was clearly awake with his eyes open, but seemed to have dozed off just like that, breathing so lightly it was almost imperceptible.

Xu Shu’s legs had gone numb from squatting, so he simply sat down on the carpet.

He didn’t rush him.

Just when Xu Shu thought Mo Tingshen wouldn’t respond, he heard his voice: “No.”

“Hmm.”

Xu Shu responded, tidying up the bottles and jars, and cleared the blood-stained tissues and gauze from the coffee table.

The shards in Mo Tingshen’s knee had been extracted one by one with tweezers by Xu Shu.

He didn’t even cry out in pain, and his leg didn’t twitch once; if it weren’t for the warmth Xu Shu could feel from the legs, he would have thought the person sitting in front of him was a dummy.

The one inside…

had more severe injuries.

Gauging the time, the wounds under Chu Yao’s clothes should be about treated by now.

Xu Shu knocked on the door, a nurse opened it, and he walked in.

Heading to the big bed in the middle of the bedroom, the nurse had already informed him of what he needed to know.

Afterward, Xu Shu and Dr.

Xiao treated the rest of the injuries on Chu Yao’s body together.

The door wasn’t shut.

Mo Tingshen walked in.

He stood a meter away, silently watching Chu Yao, who was covered with a blanket, with her hands and feet outside of it.

Xu Shu was treating her hands, while Dr.

Xiao treated her legs.

Her left eye’s corner and the right temple were covered with gauze, there was a bloodstain on her hairline where hair seemed to have been ripped out, the wound had scabbed over, and with medicine applied, it stood out even more.

She was sleeping soundly, her long eyelashes slightly curled, and a layer of delicate shadows lay on her tear troughs.

The light shone on her porcelain-white face, making her look so fragile as if a light touch could break her.

The last time Tingshen saw Chu Yao this lifeless was in prison.

Separated by a pane of glass, she looked into his eyes and said with a smile, “Brother, I’m not going to appeal.

What’s the point in suing?

That scum has your protection, so what am I bouncing around for?

Let me go in, don’t try to pull me out.

If you dare to pull me out, I’ll commit suicide.”

Chu Yao had said that with a smile.

Somehow, her mouth and eyes smiled, yet tears streamed down her face.

Despite the smile, it looked very desolate.

Mo Tingshen stared at her for a long time, but couldn’t find any hint of hatred on her face.

Only a desire for death.

Those gray and defeated eyes stared at him, calmly observing the changes in his expression, and before he could speak, she calmly hung up the receiver and followed the female prison guard inside.

Mo Tingshen felt a sharp pain in his heart, so intense that it made it hard for him to breathe.

“Will it leave a scar?”

Dr.

Xiao’s brow immediately furrowed.

With injuries like that, she heard the front of the car was crushed; fortunately, the airbag saved her life, but she had broken two ribs—that was the most serious injury.

That she had survived was a stroke of luck.

To be concerned about scars at a time like this…

indeed, all men…

“It will leave one.”

Xu Shu knew what Mo Tingshen was asking about.

It wasn’t that Mo Tingshen minded, but that Chu Yao didn’t allow herself to have scars.