Xiao Yu thanked the female doctor, pushed open the door, and saw Gong Ting leaning against the opposite wall, on the phone. He was still wearing the same clothes as before. She frowned, "Why didn't you go back to the ward?"
Gong Ting hung up the phone without a change in expression, put the phone back in his suit pocket, and said, "Waiting for you."
Xiao Yu said helplessly, "Why are you so headstrong? What if it gets infected?"
"It's just a little injury, it won't kill me." Gong Ting reached out to hold her waist, and seeing her swollen face, his heart ached, and the murderous intent in his eyes intensified.
They went back to the ward together. Xiao Yu called a nurse to change the gauze on Gong Ting's chest and reapply medicine, only then did she feel relieved.
Once her mind and body relaxed, she realized how utterly exhausted she was, and as soon as her head touched the pillow, she fell asleep. Gong Ting sat beside her, listening to her even breathing, looking down at her.
