Phantom limb pain is such that even a gentle touch from another can feel like a knife cutting through flesh to the sufferer.
At this moment, the doctor who had left earlier heard the commotion and hurried back in.
The man lying on the bed had a pale face, his gaze sweeping over Su Yan who also stepped back.
For some reason, his face turned red with shame, and his body trembled even more violently.
He pulled the blanket over himself, ignoring the wounds, completely covering his whole body.
He utterly refused to talk to anyone, or to let anyone examine him.
Ji Xingyu watched his brother's reaction, then looked towards Su Yan with a complex, indiscernible expression.
Following that, Su Yan and Ji Xingyu were both asked to leave.
The room once again was filled with the smell of disinfectant, its slight sweetness entirely masked, dissolved away.
Ji Xingyu looked at Su Yan and opened his mouth.
"You..."
As his words trailed off, he seemed at a loss for what to say next.
