Crystal frowned. What was he laughing at this time?
He seemed to want to talk. The breath made the oxygen mask white.
Crystal whispered, "Don't talk, you need oxygen, your breath is very weak now."
Eric's hand without the infusion raised a little...
"Don't move, didn't the doctor tell you not to move?" Crystal stopped his hand from lifting up. Although this hand was not injured, it might involve other wounds.
Eric suddenly reversed his hand and held her hand tightly in his palm.
"You're awake," Crystal laughed in a low voice, "Don't worry, you will be fine."
Eric just stared at her deeply.
Crystal bit her lower lip hard, "You have a very lucky star, and I guess you are not that easy to die."
Outside the glass, Nathan's back stiffened with hatred lingering. He was standing there, watching Crystal leaning over, staring at Eric so close. Her eyes were gentle, and the way she spoke to him was also extremely gentle...
