In the ward, the doctor had come early in the morning to change the medicine. He Miao's injury had recovered quite well, but the wound was too deep and still looked very hideous. He Miao was being tortured by unbearable pain almost every second.
Jing Yan's heart ached for her. In order to ease her pain, he asked Chen Zhao to prepare a projector and a big screen. He also turned the ward into a private theater so that she could watch movies to distract herself when she was bored.
He Miao was not so delicate, and she got used to the pain from her wound. It was just that it was a little inconvenient for her to not be able to use her right hand for the time being.
Jing Yan naturally took on all the work of her right hand, guarding her all day long.
"Do you want to eat some fruit? I'll peel an apple for you and wash some grapes, okay?" Jing Yan helped her wash her face and hands gently, then helped her back to the bed and covered her with the quilt.
