He left the ward where Xinxin was confined.
Si Yuhuan nearly stumbled as he stepped out.
Jian Xi, quick to react, caught him.
The man's tall frame leaned heavily against her.
Jian Xi nearly lost her balance but managed to steady herself, supporting the "sickly" Si Yuhuan.
"COUGH, COUGH, COUGH—" Si Yuhuan began to cough. The pain was so intense it wracked his body, and a layer of fine sweat beads formed on his forehead.
Jian Xi frowned and couldn't help muttering, "One surgery after another, and you're still tormenting yourself without fully recovering—you deserve it!"
"You really are heartless," Si Yuhuan complained, though his body quite honestly draped over Jian Xi.
"I've just finished my postpartum confinement; be careful not to tire me out," Jian Xi warned.
Si Yuhuan immediately straightened up.
"Hurry back to your room; you still need to change your dressing!"
Jian Xi grew increasingly impressed by his intelligence and scheming.
