Ye Hao walked out on his own, with a thick gauze around his neck, a medicinal paste on his forehead and a lifting fluid hanging on his hand, like a wounded soldier.
At the sights of He Xiyan waiting for him in the ward, he felt a sudden burst of delight, but he pretended to be a little angry.
He had deliberately asked the nurse to call her in case that she might be worried or even worse, come out to look for him. She was still in the early stage of pregnancy, so she could not stand any instability at all.
He Xiyan had a sudden sour nose and reached out to hold Ye Hao, her tearful face touching against his chest. Soon his clothes was stained with her tears and runny nose.
Ye Hao patted her on the back gently and smiled. Seeing her so nervous and worried about him, he felt sweet as eating some candied fruit. Even such a small injury did worth it.
