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“Ming, you’re here,” Gu Shaoting said, his voice weak and strained.

“Yes, it’s me. How are you feeling?” He Ming felt a huge weight lift off his chest upon seeing that Gu Shaoting recognized him and could speak clearly.

“My leg hurts a lot,” Gu Shaoting said, now fully aware of the excruciating pain in his leg.

“It’s probably nerve damage. The doctors will run some tests soon,” He Ming reassured him.

Gu Shaoting nodded weakly and closed his eyes again. Suddenly, he opened them and asked, “Ming, does Shu Pan know?”

“No, you instructed Secretary Zhang not to tell her, so I didn’t. Do you want me to call her?” He Ming assumed that in such vulnerable moments, even a man would want his loved one by his side.

“No… don’t tell her,” Gu Shaoting forced out the words.

“Alright, I understand. Don’t talk anymore. Just rest and recover,” He Ming advised, seeing how much effort it took for Gu Shaoting to speak.

A while later, the doctor arrived.

He Ming quickly informed the doctor, “Doctor, he says his leg hurts.”

“Alright, we’ll take him for a scan now. It seems the leg might have been crushed,” the doctor said as two other doctors prepared to move Gu Shaoting for further examination.

He Ming followed closely behind.

After a series of tests, it was confirmed that Gu Shaoting had significant leg injuries, likely affecting his ability to walk. The doctor tried to be gentle with the prognosis.

“Such injuries are not uncommon. Nerve damage can cause numbness and weakness in the leg. Recovery will take some time,” the doctor explained.

“Doctor, will he fully recover? Could he be permanently unable to walk?” He Ming asked, anxiety evident in his voice.

“It’s hard to say. It depends on the patient’s response to rehabilitation,” the doctor replied, which only added to He Ming’s concerns.

For someone like Gu Shaoting, losing the ability to walk would be a devastating blow. He Ming couldn’t imagine how Gu Shaoting would react to such news.

“Thank you, doctor. We’ll ensure he follows the rehabilitation plan,” He Ming said, trying to stay positive. As long as there was hope for recovery, they would face the challenges head-on.

After the doctor left, He Ming turned to see that Gu Shaoting was awake.

“Did you hear what the doctor said?” He Ming asked cautiously, noting the calmness on Gu Shaoting’s face, which suggested he already knew.

Strangely, Gu Shaoting seemed serene, as if he had accepted the outcome.

“Yes,” Gu Shaoting responded quietly, without further comment.

“Shaoting, don’t worry. With proper rehabilitation, you’ll get better,” He Ming reassured him, repeating the doctor’s advice.

Gu Shaoting gazed out the window, lost in thought. “If I don’t recover, I’ll just be a cripple.”

“Don’t say that, Shaoting. You’ll recover.”

“Ming, do you know why the accident happened? The truck driver’s fatigue was one reason, but the other was that I was distracted. Normally, I would have avoided the collision, but I was lost in thought,” Gu Shaoting admitted.

“What were you thinking about? Did you have a fight with Shu Pan?” He Ming guessed correctly.

Gu Shaoting gave a bitter smile, appreciating how well his friend knew him.

“This time, I was set up, but I won’t let them get away with it,” Gu Shaoting said fiercely, his eyes sharp with determination.

“What happened?” He Ming was taken aback by this revelation.

“Charlene set me up. She arranged for intimate photos of Tong Fei and me to be taken and sent to Shu Pan. She misunderstood,” Gu Shaoting explained briefly.