The atmosphere gradually became so awkward that it was hard to cope.
Ye Wanting stared at the drip tube.
Yaen Chi repeatedly fiddled with the lighter.
No one spoke.
Until Madam Ye returned with a paper cup, even the sound of her footsteps easily broke the awkwardness.
She poured Yaen Chi a cup of water and warmly engaged him in conversation.
The water was boiling, just half a cup, and Yaen Chi held the upper part of the cup. No matter what Madam Ye chatted with him about, he could respond immediately.
During the chat, the medicine was finished.
Ye Wanting didn't call the nurse; she pulled it out herself, using a cotton swab that Yaen Chi brought to press down on it.
She tried to grab it, didn't even touch it when Yaen Chi flicked his fingers, his index finger just poking her palm, she was startled and withdrew her hand, not daring to move.
Once it stopped bleeding, Yaen Chi removed the cotton swab.
