An An moved closer, observing his anxious expression.
Forget it, it's best to go along with him for now, don't let him become even slightly agitated.
"Alright, I'll listen to you. We won't do it anymore. Does the wound still hurt today?"
"It doesn't hurt, it's much better."
An An pursed her lips; whenever she asked him, he would never admit to feeling pain.
That steel rod went right through the chest, how could it not hurt?
She didn't dare to imagine, if Second Uncle hadn't been in Dian City, unable to make it in time for his surgery, what could have happened?
In those circumstances, her mind was so disoriented, she might not have even been able to hold a scalpel.
"Don't worry..."
An An, listening to his words, took his hand and placed it on her face, "You silly man, clearly I should be the one comforting you, but instead, you're comforting me now."
