Mu Qian was finally awakened by the last wave of pain, vaguely feeling someone taking care of him. He was completely drained, and after enduring that wave of pain, he quickly fell back asleep under the effects of the sedative.
When he woke up again, he saw Ji Ziling, dressed neatly, sitting silently beside his bed.
Seeing her, Mu Qian's sharp, eagle-like eyes became even fiercer. He raised his hand to his forehead, removed the hot towel covering it, and casually tossed it into a basin next to him before sitting up. "Why haven't you left yet?"
Ji Ziling looked at Mu Qian very calmly and answered, "Senior brother is still seriously ill. I can't leave knowing that. I remember when I was a child and sick, you would sneak into my room at night to take care of me, wouldn't you?"
Mu Qian's voice was cold and heartless. "I thought I made myself clear. I don't want to see you in City A again. Just go."
