After hearing Han Jiayang's words, Zhen Yan quickly went to find a nurse!
In no time, a nurse came empty-handed.
Only then did Zhen Yan pull Han Jiayang to the corridor, leaving only Han Mingyue to look after things in the ward.
Then Zhen Yu discovered that the sensation of having her stomach pressed was a whole new kind of discomfort!
By the time the nurse left, Zhen Yu was lying on the hospital bed, looking completely despondent, even too lethargic to pull down her half-lifted pajamas...
Han Mingyue had been holding one of her hands, and seeing that she didn't move, she silently extended the other hand to help Zhen Yu pull down her pajama top... and then gently stroked her hair. "Xiao Yu? Are you... okay?"
"Not good, I'm in so much pain," Zhen Yu replied weakly.
"I have no strength left at all now! I don't want to get up or move, okay?"
"... Then just rest for a while!" Han Mingyue nodded, with her heartache taking precedence, and she compromised.
