Xia Siyu woke up shortly and then fell asleep again.
No matter how relaxed she appeared, the pain from the gunshot wound was still unbearable for most people.
Outside the ward, Su Moshi was flipping through the medical records, his lowered brows and eyes hiding the worry in them, "I just moved her right hand, the joints are a bit stiff, it seems we'll have to wait until she's fully awake to determine if there's tendon damage."
Li Qiao had her hands in her pockets, but her gaze fell behind Su Moshi.
At this moment, Yun Lih was leaning against the door frame, shadowy circles under his eyelids, "What are the consequences of tendon damage?"
Su Moshi exchanged a glance with Li Qiao and replied gently, "It may affect the flexibility of the fingers and the functionality of the arm."
"Can't be cured?" Yun Lih slowly lifted his eyelids, eyes dark and dim.
Su Moshi pursed his lips as if he wanted to say more but didn't, while Li Qiao answered calmly, "It can."
