Ming Mei was anxious and worried, pulling Kang Chen along, "Come on, let's hurry to see him. Wu Nian is really something. He's hurt, so why didn't he call home? Besides us, he doesn't have any other relatives or friends in the Imperial City."
Kang Chen chased after her with a down jacket in hand, "Don't worry, Xizeer said it's not a big deal. It's cold outside, put on your clothes before heading out."
As he ran, Kang Chen turned around and winked at Xizeer.
Xizeer rubbed his temples. Honestly, no one is easy to handle, feels like I'm aging quickly...
But, as the eldest in the family, with unreliable parents and a younger brother who's still naive, he had to take on more responsibilities.
Just arrived home, and without resting, Xizeer followed his parents to the hospital.
The hospital room was filled with the smell of disinfectant. Wu Nian lay on the hospital bed, his left arm already in a cast, but he looked fine, seemingly nothing serious.
