The doctor said, "Second Young Master, we're going to change your dressing now, please bear with it."
"Okay." His gaze remained fixed on Situ Yunshu.
As the medicine sprinkled on the wound, Mu Jingnan clenched his teeth tightly, his handsome face devoid of any expression.
Cold sweat, densely covering his forehead.
He looked extremely pained.
His hand unconsciously clenched into a fist, veins bulging on the back of his hand, and the joints turning pale from the force.
With each movement of the doctor applying the medicine, his body twitched slightly.
Situ Yunshu couldn't possibly understand what kind of pain it was, but... seeing his appearance, it must be very difficult to endure.
Yet even under such circumstances, Mu Jingnan's deep, dark eyes were still staring fixedly at her.
It was a kind of stubbornness that wouldn't allow her to leave.
Ultimately, unable to bear it, she came forward and held his hand, "Hang in there."
The shadowed gaze gradually softened.
