Yan Yuexian woke up when it was already evening.
Xia Weibao was afraid the wound would hurt her, so she administered a strong anesthetic.
She lay there until evening, and when she woke up, it didn't hurt as much.
Upon opening her eyes, she saw Yan Fei sitting by her bed. He was clearly facing her, yet his gaze seemed to drift elsewhere.
"Brother."
Yan Yuexian softly called, and only then did Yan Fei come back to himself.
He gathered all his emotions back into his eyes, raised his hand, and gently touched her hair, "Is there anywhere uncomfortable?"
Yan Yuexian shook her head. The wound felt a bit cold, but it didn't hurt.
She had no idea what kind of medicine Dr. Weiliang had used.
"Brother, where is Dr. Weiliang?"
"She went back."
Yan Yuexian felt a bit disappointed, "I haven't thanked her face-to-face yet. Brother, you must thank Dr. Weiliang properly; she is a good person."
Yan Fei was full of bitterness. Yes, she was a good person.
