Xia Wan did not dodge. She grabbed Li Jin's wrist with one hand and stopped her.
Soon, the medicinal liquid took effect, and Li Jin's hand collapsed weakly.
Xia Hai went up to check if Xia Wan was hurt.
"I'm fine… Dad, was she like this when you came in just now?" Xia Wan looked at Li Jin, whose hands and feet were bound, and frowned slightly.
Only patients with severe violent tendencies who could not control themselves would be subjected to such a forceful measure.
Even if Li Jin had a bad temper, tying him up was a little too much for an old man.
Xia Hai looked at Li Jin's expression and regretted his decision. "When we came, she was just locked in her room. She refused to take medicine or cooperate with the treatment."
"I never expected…"
Xia Hai sighed again. "Your grandmother kept asking me to take her away from here. I should have listened to her!"
