"A-Lan, how are you? Are you okay?" Seeing Qin Lan lying on the bed with a lost look and red eyes, wrapped in thick bandages, Chen Xin hurriedly asked her with concern.
But seeing Qin Lan just lying there with her eyes open, Chen Xin let out a sigh of relief, finally able to relax the worry he had been holding onto.
After all, Qin Lan didn't seem to have any missing limbs or other significant injuries except for the bandages on her shoulder, and she was not unconscious.
She just appeared to be in poor spirits, which wasn't considered too serious a condition and could be recovered with proper rest.
"A-Xin..." Seeing Chen Xin appear, Qin Lan called his name, but her voice was particularly hoarse and dry.
Looking at Qin Lan's almost cracked lips and hearing her hoarse voice, Chen Xin didn't need to think to know she hadn't drunk water for a long time, so he hurriedly picked up the cup on the bedside table and poured a glass of water from the kettle for Qin Lan.
