Xia Jinyuan chatted softly with Uncle Gen. The 40-year-old military doctor cleaned Ye Jian's wound and advised her earnestly, "The old man is already old. When he's awake, he can still chat with us. This shows that he is free from worry. Since you're his only relative, how can you hurt yourself and make him worry?"
"Treat yourself well. That's the most filial thing you can do for the elderly, understand?"
Actually, Ye Jian didn't know why she bit herself. If it wasn't for the military doctor's reminder, she wouldn't have felt any pain.
Ye Jian nodded shyly. She wiped her tears and tried to control her emotions. Everyone knew that Grandpa Gen was the most worried about her. How could she disappoint him?
The military doctor saw that her eyes were gradually clearing up. Even the sorrow on her face was hidden bit by bit. There was only a hint of determination in her bright eyes. The military doctor couldn't help but smile.
