No one knew how long Lin Beichen had been standing by the window, but when he finally emerged from the director’s office, Song Xiangdong’s subordinates hurried over to him.
"The director asked me to inform you that Miss Zhou Ya has woken up."
Upon hearing this news, Lin Beichen let out a long sigh of relief. This was probably the only good news for him in recent days.
Lin Beichen felt happy that Zhou Ya was out of danger and had regained consciousness. However, after taking only a few steps, he suddenly stopped.
For a moment, Lin Beichen didn’t know how to face Zhou Ya. After all, it was because of him that her arm was crippled.
Lost in thought, Lin Beichen walked unconsciously into Zhou Ya’s room. Zhou Ya, leaning against her pillows, appeared calm, her thoughts unreadable.
Such matters don’t just go away by evading them; facing them head-on is better than hiding.
"You’re here?"
Seeing Lin Beichen enter, Zhou Ya immediately showed a faint smile. Seeing no anger or blame on Zhou Ya’s face made Lin Beichen feel even more guilty inside.
"I’m really sorry."
After hesitating for a long time, Lin Beichen couldn’t think of what to say and chose to express his apology first.
Unexpectedly, not only did Zhou Ya not blame him, but she smiled and shook her head.
"I’m just glad you’re not hurt. It was just an accident after all, and we are good friends, after all."
Zhou Ya forced herself to smile, attempting to appear relaxed. Perhaps she thought this was the only way to lessen Lin Beichen’s guilt.
Anyone claiming that Zhou Ya wasn’t upset would be lying. How many young girls could accept the fact that their arm was crippled?
But in her heart, Zhou Ya didn’t want Lin Beichen to be hurt or have any negative emotions. She might not even understand why she felt this way herself.
"Just don’t forget about me when you make it big, okay? Your old classmate will rely on you for the good life then."
"What if we weren’t just old classmates?"
Even Lin Beichen didn’t know why he blurted out these words.
As soon as Lin Beichen finished speaking, the room fell silent. Zhou Ya’s cheeks flushed, not expecting him to say such a thing.
Both Lin Beichen and Zhou Ya turned their heads to avoid looking at each other. The atmosphere became somewhat awkward. Lin Beichen opened his mouth to say something but found himself speechless.
"This kid, he might be great at cultivation, but he’s a complete idiot when it comes to feelings!"
On the other side of the surveillance footage, Song Xiangdong watched in anxiety as Lin Beichen struggled.
The monitoring in Zhou Ya’s room wasn’t intentional on Song Xiangdong’s part. It was because every ICU room in Imperial City Central Hospital had surveillance.
The purpose was to monitor patients’ conditions in real-time and ensure their safety.
But unexpectedly, it allowed Song Xiangdong to witness this scene. He chuckled to himself but resolved to ensure Lin Beichen never found out, lest he risk being silenced by him.
"Do you trust me?"
Lin Beichen took a deep breath as if making a significant decision, and said to Zhou Ya.
Seeing Lin Beichen’s serious expression, Zhou Ya sensed that he was about to say something important. She collected herself and nodded firmly.
"In that case, let me treat your arm!"
Upon hearing Lin Beichen’s words, Zhou Ya’s eyes widened in disbelief, and on the other side of the camera, Song Xiangdong also stared at the director in shock.
Song Xiangdong’s eyes plainly asked the director if it was truly impossible to save Zhou Ya’s arm.
"It’s not that I don’t want to help, but there’s nothing I can do to fix bones that have been shattered. Unless the person is an immortal!"
Song Xiangdong’s eyes lit up at the mention of "immortal," understanding the hidden meaning in Lin Beichen’s words.
"I trust you!"
After a brief silence, Zhou Ya looked at Lin Beichen with determination. Her words, as heavy as they were, weighed down on Lin Beichen’s heart.
Despite being injured because of him, despite having nothing to do with medicine, despite only being classmates, Zhou Ya still trusted him fully.
Thinking of this, Lin Beichen sat down beside Zhou Ya and placed his hand on her injured arm. Even his gentle touch made Zhou Ya wince in pain.
Seeing her reaction, anger flared up inside Lin Beichen. Brooklyn was still being held at the security bureau, and without Lin Beichen’s approval, they wouldn’t release him.
Although Song Xiangdong had asked Lin Beichen multiple times if he really wanted Brooklyn deported, Lin Beichen’s answer was always affirmative.