Hou Tingfu raised the corners of her lips; even after undergoing surgery, Yan Nanxun still had the energy to correct others' words.
In her eyes, she had always regarded Yan Nanxun as an ordinary person, for a regular person, getting shot could mean losing half their life.
However, after Yan Nanxun was sent into the operating room, the doctors found that his abdominal wound wasn't severe. After a simple stitching procedure, Yan Nanxun was still full of energy.
The doctors and nurses worked together to transfer Yan Nanxun onto a fixed bed. The doctor, after advising Yan Nanxun to lie still and recuperate, left the ward with the nurses.
Hou Tingfu moved a chair to sit beside him, the two exchanged glances in silent stillness.
Yan Nanxun asked her, "Do you want to rest for a while?"
He could see the redness in Hou Tingfu's eyes; he knew she had been in fear and shock all day. Now that the danger had passed, Hou Tingfu needed rest.
