After Song Yuhan walked out, Ye Wudao immediately untied the bandage on his arm and then opened his rattan box, took out a black jar, and poured out some brownish-yellow powder from it. He applied the powder evenly to his wound and, too lazy to bandage it again, carelessly tossed the gauze into the trash can.
It was just a superficial skin injury that would heal in no more than two days—he didn't need to be hospitalized for it. If it weren't for Song Yuhan mentioning before she left that if Ye Wudao dared to slip away from the hospital, she wouldn't take him to find Zu Yongnian, he would have probably left long ago.
"So boring!"
Ye Wudao lay on the hospital bed with a sigh, staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep no matter what. He simply got out of bed and thought of taking a stroll outside.
