After a deep sleep due to exhaustion, Qin Lan woke up because of the pain in her shoulder wound.
"A Lan, you're awake? Are you hungry? There's porridge here. I borrowed a thermos on purpose, so it's still warm," Chen Xin immediately expressed his concern upon seeing Qin Lan open her eyes.
Qin Lan glanced at Chen Xin, seeming to want to get up, but with one hand in a sling, it was really inconvenient. Besides, moving clearly tugged at the wound, making Qin Lan's face show a pained expression.
"Don't move, don't move! If you want to get up, I'll help you!" Seeing this, Chen Xin quickly and carefully held her down, then raised the bed so Qin Lan could sit leaning back on it.
Chen Xin served a bowl of still-warm porridge and sat by the bedside. He scooped a spoonful, gently blew on it, and brought it to Qin Lan's mouth, "Eat something. I asked the doctor; they said you haven't eaten since you were brought in yesterday. You must be starving."
