As he thought about it, a sense of self-mockery surged from the depths of his heart—
Ha, even he himself couldn't believe that he could humble himself to such an extent for a woman whose heart wasn't with him.
Even dying at her hands felt like a kind of happiness.
He was human too, with a mortal body, not immune to pain.
But because this pain was given by her, he felt it was irrelevant.
Gu Chaohan's face remained as calm as water, as if he wasn't the one who had just been hit, and he calmly walked to the bed.
Su Yan lay on her side, and when she sensed him coming to her side, she finally raised her head and glanced at him.
The hatred in her eyes grew deeper, showing no signs of diminishing.
Gu Chaohan said, "Check her health first, see if there's anything serious."
The doctor nodded in response, "Okay."
Just as he was about to step forward, Su Yan spoke up, "No need to check me. I know my body well. Just let me go, and I won't have any problems."
