How could Xia Jinyuan get the help of others to take care of his own lover? Naturally, he said that he could do it alone without any difficulties.
Ye Jian, who had stayed up all the way back to Xiang City, finally fell asleep with the help of painkillers. She was covered in injuries, so she couldn't lie down flat. The bed was tilted to 45 degrees, so she could only sleep sideways.
Fortunately, her back, which was stabbed by tree branches, was on the same side as the gunshot wound on her shoulder. Although her ribs were broken, she could still fall asleep if she lay slightly on her side. She was just not used to it.
Xia Jinyuan was worried that Ye Jian would press on her wounds when she was asleep, so he didn't sleep. He sat by the bed and looked at the person who was sleeping gently. He silently watched her beautiful face. His empty heart was finally filled.
Her voice and smile had already scattered all his panic and fear. He was unprecedentedly satisfied.
