After a minute, he loosened the grip on the woman's chin, his large hand moving down to find her small hand that still felt cool.
His finger gently rubbed the wedding ring between her fingers, his voice low and hoarse, "Did I make you angry, so you're deliberately trying to upset me like this, aren't you?"
Nan Wan was too lazy to argue this question with him any further and glanced at the man's arm, where the bandage was already seeping faintly red.
She pulled her hand away and pushed his chest, "Your wound has reopened, lie down, I'll call for a doctor."
Mu Jin Huan seemed unconcerned whether the wound had reopened, maintaining the same posture.
His deep-set features were cold and indifferent at the moment, "Aren't you a doctor?"
"Even if I were Hua Tuo reborn, I couldn't re-bandage you in this position," the man's body didn't budge, and Nan Wan lost her patience, her expression cold, "Get up, it must hurt quite a bit."
