Yu Yuehan stared at her little face puffing up in anger, and after a few seconds, he seemed to have finally realized something.
He turned to look at the nurse beside him.
The dressing had just been undone when the female nurse raised her head to remind him gently, "It may hurt a little when I put the medication on. I'll try to do it lightly, but if it really hurts, you can tell me."
From Nian Xiaomu's point of view, her gaze was so gentle that water could come out of her eyes anytime.
She was just about to turn to leave when Yu Yuehan stopped her.
"Nian Xiaomu, my hand hurts."
"…"
She stopped and turned back to look.
The nurse had just dabbed a cotton swab with medication and had not even gotten to apply it on his arm. Why would his hand hurt?
The nurse was obviously taken aback by him.
The reminder she had given him just a while ago was probably just a casual one.
