"Nuannuan, where is Ayan? Where is he?"
Shi Nuan looked at Nianyang's weary appearance,
"He's in the ward next door, still not awake yet, but he's fine now. He just needs to recuperate well. But you, your hand is injured, and your face is hurt. You've really taken a hit."
As soon as Nianyang heard this, she immediately lifted the blanket to get out of bed, but when her hand touched the top, she winced in pain and quickly withdrew it. Her hand was wrapped up like a bun.
Shi Nuan gasped, "Nianyang, be careful. I told you your man is fine. Take care of yourself first, then go see him."
"I'm fine. I need to see him to be at ease." Nianyang endured the pain, got out of the hospital bed, and felt a bit dizzy, as if she was floating while walking.
In the next ward, Chu Zhan was waiting inside. When he saw Nianyang, he immediately walked over, his voice filled with concern,
"Little Nian, are you okay?"
Nianyang shook her head, "I'm fine, Brother Chu. Let me stay with Ayan."
