Jing Yiren slowly approached the hospital bed step by step.
The nurse whispered a reminder: "Mrs. Lu, your husband might vomit. Since he's unconscious, he could choke on his own vomit, so it's best if you don't leave!"
"..." Jing Yiren nodded indifferently.
When she first arrived, she saw Lu Ming's flashy car parked right in front of the hospital entrance, still not towed away. It was completely wrecked.
It pained her to see it; that car was worth the price of a luxury villa.
The nurse left, Jing Yiren went to the bedside and set down her bag, a strong smell of alcohol wafted to her nose.
Her small hand reached out unconsciously, caressing Lu Ming's handsome face.
Her hand stopped mid-air.
After hesitating for a few seconds, she then put her hand down and turned around to the washroom to twist a hot towel.
She gently wiped Lu Ming's face for him, his forehead, eyebrows, softly closed eyes, high-bridged nose, cheeks, and neck.
