K7 chased from behind and saw the figure that was as towering as a mountain and the lighthouse in the hearts of all his comrades. He stood up straight with an unapproachable aura. A few nurses who walked past him walked around him nervously.
"It will take some time. Have a seat." K7 walked over and stood beside him. He looked at the red light in the emergency room and reminded him again, "Your hands are injured. If you don't treat them, will Ye Jian's face be stained with your blood again?"
Xia Jinyuan raised his hand and looked at his palm. Finally, he moved his feet.
After he sat on the cold plastic chair, he looked at K7 weakly. Under the light, there was still sweat on his forehead. He asked, "Are there any sequelae after being rescued?"
"There's too much." K7 maintained his usual concise tone and handed over the medical items in his hand. "Bandage it yourself."
Ha, let him worry. If he knew this would happen, he wouldn't have hit her so hard.
