The morning sun brought the fragrance of roses from all around, shining brilliantly through the white fence, illuminating the faint droplets of water on the grass.
Yan Xixi walked gently into the room and then stopped.
All night, Huang Xiaojue was in a deep sleep.
She changed his dressing three times in a row and even took out the medical kit to inject him with a shot following the instructions.
She couldn't close her eyes the entire night, moving a chair to sit beside him.
He hadn't woken up at all, which was not a good sign, as she feared the wound would worsen and become infected. Modern people have more or less some medical knowledge, and during her previous career as a swindler, she had read a few medical books. But simple bandaging can only make do; in crucial moments, if ordinary people could resolve injuries with just a glance, there would be no need for doctors.
She was at a loss, extremely anxious.
