He Yingdong reached out and tapped her little nose, "Maybe I'm just asking for trouble, liking unlucky stars, and especially liking to sleep with unlucky stars."
"He Yingdong, you're so annoying!"
"Just kiss me and I won't be annoying anymore!"
"Stop teasing, just hurry back to the ward!"
Li Jiaqi coaxed and persuaded, finally getting this domineering and stubborn man back to the ward.
She thought he was really fine, able to walk and run, even chatting and laughing.
But as soon as he lay down, he groaned, and the white gauze on his chest was instantly stained red with blood.
His face paled, and cold sweat poured down in large drops.
Li Jiaqi was terrified and quickly pressed the emergency bell, "Nurse..."
The nurses rushed over quickly, checked him, and said, "The wound stitches have burst, sir. Are you joking with your life? You've just had surgery, and now you're running around."
They hurriedly called a doctor over to re-stitch the wound.
Li Jiaqi stood up in a panic.
