In her past life, Ye Jian had developed a habit of suppressing her emotions. Although this life had changed a lot, she was still affected by her past life. When she was grieving, she would suppress herself again.
The military doctor's low voice caused Xia Jinyuan's expression to change drastically. An extremely cold look flashed past his eyes. He reached Ye Jian on the other side of the bed in three steps and grabbed her wrist tightly. "Do you know what you're doing? Do you need me to tell you?"
