Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 243: Found!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 321: Gaze
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1167- Kill the kill-stealer
He Jiang gripped his phone tightly, focusing his gaze on Shang Jing’s wound.
His face fell.
Had I let him off too easily three years ago for him to have the courage to order me around now?
He Jiang let his phone go to sleep and closed his eyes.
You were the one who provoked me first. Don’t blame me for taking things out on you.
They soon arrived at the underground car park of the hospital. He Jiang put on a surgical mask and baseball cap to hide his appearance before making his way towards the first floor of the building.
This helped him to blend nicely into the hospital crowd where a majority of the people were donning surgical masks. After some inquiries at the help desk, he was quickly directed to the emergency room where the car accident victims were escorted to.
There, his attention was immediately drawn towards a makeshift hospital bed in a corner.
In it was a crouched Shang Jing with his chin resting on his knees. He looked as fragile as white porcelain. The thick bandage on his head had made his face look smaller than usual. As he blinked, his long and luscious lashes fluttered and covered a part of his eyes. He seemed to be deep in thoughts.
A few hours had passed since the car accident. All of the other victims were surrounded by their family members as opposed to Shang Jing who was still sitting there alone, seemingly an oddity in that scene.
He Jiang pinched his nose bridge and walked over to him while reminding himself internally that this rascal did not deserve his pity.
“Is your family not here yet?” The uncle in the neighboring bed was feeling sorry for Shang Jing. “What’s your parents’ numbers? I’ll give them a call. What kind of work are they so engrossed in to ignore their son who had just been involved in a car accident.”
The uncle had thought Shang Jing was still a teenager who had yet to graduate from college.
Shang Jing was stunned. The uncle’s words had triggered his soft spot. He sniffled and said, “He should be here soon.”
Is He Jiang reaching soon?
Shang Jing was unsure of that. After all, he had yet to
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