Xia Ye's pain tolerance was lighter than that of a normal person. Even though she was gravely injured, she still didn't take it seriously, her small face buried in the pillow as she said, "Don't let my mom see, she's faint-hearted and can't take it."
Jiang Xuan remained silent for a long while before he managed to suppress his emotions and carefully propped another pillow under hers, "Your mom hasn't woken up yet, when you're feeling better, make her some medicine."
Xia Ye turned her head to glance at him.
She really needed to get better soon; her mother was frail.
Jiang Xuan turned her head away, allowing the doctor to come closer to treat the wound, "Did Dong Mao explain everything to you on the way here?"
The doctor hesitated before replying, "Ah, don't worry Mr. Jiang, once I step out, I'll tell them Miss Xia is fine and has gone to sleep, so they shouldn't disturb her."
Jiang Xuan nodded, watching as the doctor took out each item from the first-aid kit one by one.
