The blood-stained clothes and bed sheets that had been changed had not yet been tidied up, balled up and placed on the floor, telling of how harrowing the emergency surgery just was.
The IV drip above slowly delivered the anti-inflammatory medication into Zuo Xingyun's body, making time seem slow and silent.
Perhaps because there was no one else in the room and Zuo Xingyun was asleep once more, Xiang Wan approached him boldly and gently held his hand, which had the IV needle in it, without any reservations.
His hand was as cold as ice, and she gently breathed on the back of it, hoping to make him feel a bit more comfortable.
Upon hearing footsteps from the corridor outside, she immediately stood up straight and pretended as if nothing had happened.
The door was pushed open, and the person who entered was a servant.
The servant efficiently cleaned the room and then quietly left. After being interrupted, Xiang Wan didn't have the courage to get close to Zuo Xingyun again.
