For several nights in a row, He Yingdong hadn't had a moment of peace.
Li Jiaqi got up quickly before the nurse came, getting herself sorted first.
It would be so awkward if someone caught them...
Naturally, with him messing around like this, there was no way for his wounds to fully heal.
Suturing the wound was something that had to be repeated every few days.
Eventually, even the doctor began to question life.
Clearly, the same suture was used, so why did it keep unraveling with He Yingdong?
Every time the doctor came to investigate, He Yingdong kept a noble face and lied seriously: "I didn't do any intense activity, it must be the quality of the suture that's poor."
Li Jiaqi, standing beside him, held back her laughter until she nearly gave herself an internal injury.
She couldn't help but run outside for a good laugh, which made her feel much better.
In the morning, while He Yingdong was having his wounds re-examined.
