Qin Yu slowly woke up. This time, she felt relaxed all over.
This made Qin Yu feel as if she was already dead, as if she had turned into a soul.
"Am I dead? It actually doesn't hurt anymore," she muttered.
"What nonsense are you talking about?" A hand reached over and rubbed her head.
As she was nervous, a warm towel covered her face. A big hand skillfully wiped her face, then grabbed her hand, and then the other hand.
Qin Yu looked at the person in front of her in silence.
Ning Chen slowly stood up, put the towel back into the basin, and slowly sat back down on the sofa. "What's wrong?"
He finally realized that Qin Yu had been looking at him.
Qin Yu stretched out her hand, which had not been injected, and tugged on the corner of Ning Chen's shirt. "Chen?"
"Yes," Ning Chen answered her.
"Doctor Brother?" Qin Yu called out again.
"Yes," Ning Chen answered.
