Jiayin grew more anxious, "Let's go to the hospital."
Ye Wuge shook his head and spoke with difficulty, "I'm not going. If people find out I went for this, they'll think I'm done for, and no woman will want me in the future."
Jiayin was exasperated; at a time like this, he was still worried about that.
"If no one wants you in the future, I will. Now get up."
Ye Wuge was secretly delighted upon hearing this.
He truly was a genius, a true world-class actor. This performance could easily win him an Oscar.
"I know you're trying to comfort me, but you don't even want me now, let alone... Forget it, let me just perish on my own."
After a moment of not hearing Jiayin's voice, he was about to open his eyes to sneak a peek when something wet fell onto Ye Wuge's face.
Ye Wuge quickly opened his eyes and saw Jiayin crying. His heart was instantly thrown into anxiety, and he hurriedly sat up and spoke.
"Don't cry. I'm okay, it doesn't hurt, really, I'm not lying to you."
