In the hospital room, a young nurse walked up to Shen Jinci and, looking at the man's profound profile, asked softly, "Mr. Shen, do you need your hand bandaged?"
Shen Jinci just looked at Bian Yue, his gaze unwilling to wander for even a moment.
His voice was light but carried an undertone of huskiness that could not be concealed due to the tension, "No need, it's just a small wound, thank you, doctor."
"Your injury looks quite serious. If it's not treated in time, it might get infected," the nurse continued to insist earnestly. "Look, if your wife wakes up and sees the wound on your hand, she would feel troubled too."
Her latter words finally persuaded Shen Jinci.
His eyes and brows softened, he paused for a moment before standing up, "Then please go ahead."
"Not a bother at all!" the nurse replied with a smile: "You can sit, I will bring the first-aid kit inside!"
Shen Jinci nodded, he sat back down, naturally taking Bian Yue's hand.
