"You were covered in blood and you're really scaring me to death! Yet here you, laughing at me!" Seeing that he was actually smiling, Jiang Ruolan couldn't help but hit him on the shoulder. "I'm so worried, how can you still laugh?!"
However, just as she was about to hit him, Xian Zihao dodged and then grabbed her hand. "Didn't the doctor say I'm all right now? How are you?"
His gaze fell on her stomach, and when he saw that she was unharmed, his tone became much softer.
"I'm fine, I ate well and slept soundly. I'm just afraid something will happen to you! It's good you woke up now. Zihao, don't scare me like this again. I really can't stand you scaring me like this."
At that time, the wounds on Xian Zihao's body were really too severe, to the point she knew in her heart that the probability of him being saved was less than 30%. But now, he was sitting right in front of her with a smile on his face.
