"I'll leave Nox to you."
"Don't worry."
Finn hung up the phone and looked at Nox, who was lying on the hospital bed and looked like he had nothing to live for after knowing that her legs were crippled. Then, Finn walked over, took the needle and IV drip from the nurse, and walked to Nox's side. He said, "Be good. The IV drip is ready."
Nox pretended not to hear him or anything at all and did not allow anyone to approach him.
Without waiting for Nox to agree, Finn walked over and picked up the back of Nox's hand.
Nox pushed him away, but Finn forcefully pressed his hand down.
"Finn, don't touch me!" Nox roared.
It had been three days since the surgery. However, Finn was still as uncooperative with treatment as ever.
"Just let me die!" Nox said fiercely.
"I spent the entire night saving you, and this is how you treat me?!" Finn looked at him.
"Who told you to save me?"
