"Qianqian." When Luo Qianqian awoke, her eyes immediately met Qin Nuan's and Cong Rong's swollen ones, filled with concern, as soon as she opened hers.
Cong Rong breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing Luo Qianqian regain consciousness, "You little rascal, scaring me on my birthday!"
Luo Qianqian had just tried to speak when she realized her throat hurt a bit. She reached for it and felt the gauze wrapped around it. With horror stricken across her face and her eyes wide, she grabbed Qin Nuan's phone that was left aside and began typing a message: Did my neck break???
She even followed up with a row of question marks.
Qin Nuan couldn't help but feel speechless at Luo Qianqian's sincere terror, "If your neck was broken, would you still be alive?"
Wouldn't you have kicked the bucket already? Rib fractures I've heard of, but I haven't heard of cervical fractures, ah, there is, high-level quadriplegia.
