Inside the hospital.
In the ward, An Xiaomian had already been forced to take a sedative. At the moment, she was asleep, her appearance seeming much more obedient and quiet.
The ward was very quiet.
Shangguan Xiu, whose face, neck, and arms were covered with many scratch marks, sat alone with his head down, his mood gloomy, saying nothing.
His large hand tightly gripped An Xiaomian's delicate little hand.
His face was pale, his expression haggard beyond measure.
The doctor's words kept replaying in his mind: "Mr. Shangguan, Miss An's mental state has suffered severe trauma, which has caused her to lose clarity. This is commonly referred to as... madness... she's gone mad..."
"However, her condition isn't too severe. There is still a chance she can recover in the future, and she may occasionally regain clarity. I recommend that you allow her to be hospitalized for a period of time so we can continue observation..."
