Xia Yanxin had not expected that, despite his severe injuries, he still had so much strength; she was almost pulled into his embrace. She had no choice but to press her hand against his wound, causing him to grunt in pain...
Seizing the opportunity, she quickly extricated herself and saw the white bandage on his chest swiftly turning red with fresh blood, his complexion paling rapidly. She shouted anxiously, "Nurse, nurse..."
"Don't yell... I won't die!" he sucked in breath sharply, slowly dragged a pillow under his waist, and closed his eyes to catch his breath for a while.
Xia Yanxin watched him nervously, "You've lost a lot of blood, is it serious?"
He reached out a hand, gripping hers tightly... After a long moment, he placed it slowly over his bleeding wound,
"It hurts..."
"Hurts? You still know what pain is? If it hurts, why the hell are you acting like a hoodlum?"
