Chu Yifeng slowly awoke and saw Rong Sheng beside him. His sensuous thin lips curled up slightly, "Even in going to hell, I still end up with Senior Sister, huh."
Rong Sheng told him calmly and steadily, "We're not dead."
"Ai..."
Chu Yifeng sighed softly, almost as if he was disappointed that they hadn't died.
Unmoved, Rong Sheng continued to treat his wounds.
With his injuries all taken care of, Rong Sheng held the oral medicine to Chu Yifeng's lips, succinctly commanding, "Take it."
Chu Yifeng turned his head away, "I won't."
Rong Sheng's brow furrowed slightly, "This is medicine for pain relief and anti-inflammation."
"Still not taking it."
"Doesn't it hurt?"
A touch of anxiety rose in Rong Sheng's heart. His body was covered with many wounds. The fact that he had survived was testament to his strong willpower. Now, although she had saved his life, she could fully imagine the pain from those wounds as a doctor.
He was in pain.
