Jun Ye's tone seemed a bit angry. Yao Ye obediently retreated to the living room.
He was scared by her previous outburst. As the saying goes, once bitten by a snake, you're scared of ropes for three years.
The patient took the antibiotics bought by Gao Dashuai and lay down to sleep.
Jun Ye touched the patient's forehead, she wasn't running a fever, so he went out to the living room to have a heart-to-heart with his brother.
"It's just the onset of a small cold, nothing serious."
Yao Ye crossed his hands behind his head and remained silent.
"Ziye." Jun Ye placed one hand on his shoulder, "I know you've always felt guilty about her past injury. But you can't go on like this. What you'll have to face in the future is still her injury, you know that in your heart."
Yao Ye's breathing was clearly audible beneath his hands.
After a while, Yao Ye's voice emerged: "I always wanted to know how you managed. How did you manage when Nannan was giving birth?"
