Peng City First Hospital, Ye Hao was enjoying the attentive care of two women.
"Are you even a girl? Can't even feed porridge without getting it in my nose? That's awful, ouch! My leg feels so sore, help me massage it, Qingqing..." Ye Hao exaggeratedly glared at Lin Ruyu, then turned to Su Qing and said.
"Oh! Ye, does it hurt less now?" Su Qing heard and reached out to gently massage Ye Hao's thigh, her fair hands softly working on Ye Hao, making him feel so comfortable he almost wanted to moan.
In fact, Ye Hao's body had no problems; it was just that he had a few cuts on his back. After a day of rest, he was almost fully recovered, just needed some ointment on top if anything. With so many scars already, he didn't care about a few more.
Lin Ruyu and Su Qing, upon seeing the crisscrossing scars on Ye Hao's body for the first time, let tears the size of beans flow down, trembling slightly as they reached out to touch the scars accumulated over the years.
