In the evening, Su Chengxuan asked Mrs. Zhuang to go home since resting in the hospital wasn't good.
Usually, Mrs. Zhuang would come during the day, and Su Chengxuan would keep watch at night.
After dinner, Zhuang Su felt uncomfortable all over.
To prevent infection, she hadn't taken a full bath since entering the hospital.
Usually, she just used a hot towel to wipe down, and she hadn't washed her hair.
Su Chengxuan watched her fidgeting and asked, "Shushu, where are you feeling uncomfortable? Is it that the wound is itchy again?"
There wasn't much that could be done about the wound itching; it's a necessary stage of healing.
Even though he was injured too, he had been taking care of her all this time without a word of complaint.
Zhuang Su looked at him innocently and said, "I want to wash my hair."
Su Chengxuan furrowed his brow slightly, but he didn't want to disappoint her, "Okay, let me ask the doctor first."
