Hearing that Xie Youchen was awake, Jiang Qingli pushed her own condition from her mind, threw open the car door, and headed toward him.
Most of the medical staff had gone to tend to the other wounded, leaving two specialists and three nurses by Xie Youchen's side, who were currently examining him.
The young man was still unconscious. His face was pale, his thin lips had a bluish tint, and his brows were tightly furrowed.
Jiang Qingli's heart felt as if it had been viciously squeezed, a painful, sour ache spreading through her chest.
Zhong Tongyun frowned. "I thought you said he was awake? What's going on?"
The attending physician quickly explained, "Ladies, Marshal Xie did wake up for a moment. However, the toxins in his system haven't been fully cleared yet. He spoke a few words to Secretary Chen before falling back into a coma. But he's out of danger now, so please don't worry."
