She had thought it would take a lot of persuasion before Li Beijue would cooperate.
To her surprise, she had prepared a whole host of reasons and hadn't needed to use any of them—Li Beijue actually loosened his grip on her and returned to sitting beside the bed.
All the beds in the hospital were simple 1.2-meter steel frame beds; when he sat down, Chi Enen could find no place to sit. She could only place her things higher up and stand in front of him, bending down to lift his clothes.
Upon seeing the wound on his waist again, even though she was mentally prepared, Chi Enen's heart still trembled uncontrollably. She extended her hand, trying to be as gentle as possible in lifting the sweater. The blood had started to clot, some of it sticking to the sweater and adhering tightly together. She had to be extremely careful, taking the scissors and delicately separating them.
