Zhan Hanjue stood by the bed with a sullen face, watching Ye Ningwan strip off Ye Shao's shirt.
The fifteen-year-old boy's body was thin and not much to look at, which slightly improved Zhan Hanjue's expression.
Ye Ningwan pressed on his abdomen, and when she touched a certain spot, the unconscious Ye Shao winced in pain and suddenly woke up.
Ye Ningwan quickly released her hand and felt his pulse again, her expression becoming more serious.
"Is it very serious?" Zhan Hanjue speculated, seeing her expression.
Ye Ningwan put down Ye Shao's hand and tucked him in: "It's indeed not looking good. We should go to the hospital tomorrow for some scans."
"Are you...my sister?" Ye Shao woke up, his face pale as paper, yet his eyes were intensely dark as he looked at Ye Ningwan.
