For the convenience of patients, there's a call button for the nurse at the edge under the pillow.
Jing Jihan's hand was resting there, five centimeters from her neck, without pressing it, looking down at her.
The man had just woken up himself, and his usually neat short hair was now slightly tousled.
He made no attempt to avoid her despite her lying in bed, boldly leaning down, one hand on the button and the other supporting his body on the other side of her neck.
Shi Su lay there stiffly beneath him, wanting to get up, to push him away, but he was injured, she couldn't push.
Her eyes shifted slightly to the right, and she asked, "Do you want to press the call button?"
"To call the nurse and apply some medication on your hand."
The man's voice was right above her, too close, making it hard for Shi Su to breathe. She turned her head, looking for a way to possibly crawl out under his arm, but hard crawling might cause her to bump into his arm.
