She came to his bedside and looked at Wenren Zong's face.
His head was wrapped in gauze, and his usually calm and gentle face was now somewhat pale.
Jiang Ning raised her hand and brushed aside the strands of hair hanging down his face.
His eyelashes trembled and he opened his eyes.
Jiang Ning was delighted, "Thirteen, you're awake?"
Wenren Zong tried to turn his head to look at her but immediately felt a sharp pain in his head and frowned.
"Don't move around!" Jiang Ning quickly held him down, "The doctor said you can only lie still for now. Otherwise, your head will hurt. How do you feel now? Do you want to vomit?"
Wenren Zong looked at her concerned expression and gave a faint smile, "I'm fine, don't worry. It's just a minor external injury."
"It's quite serious, you lost a lot of blood."
"It just looks scary, but it doesn't hurt at all." He reassured her.
