She clutched the corner of her clothes and looked at the tall man with a conflicted and doubtful expression. She opened her mouth to say something but she didn't know where to begin.
She thought that he seemed slightly dim-witted and might not be able to understand these things.
Chen Jiahang had already taken his notebook and pen and his palms were sweating because he was so afraid. After a while, he showed her what he had written, 'You're bleeding. I'll send you to the bridge. A doctor lives in that area.'
He looked anxiously at her. She was his wife, a wife who he had just bought, and he knew he would be very, very sad if she died.
No, he couldn't afford for her to fall sick.
