Only then did He Teng turn back to the ward and glanced at the water on the floor. He gently called out to He Zhilan, asking, "Did you hurt your hand just now?"
He Zhilan, like an elderly person slow to move, only gently shook her head after several seconds.
Not feeling reassured, He Teng still checked He Zhilan's hand thoroughly. Only after confirming that there were truly no wounds did he let out a sigh of relief, "How can I feel at ease and return to the army with you being like this?"
Finally, the person on the bed showed a reaction like a normal individual in the face of He Teng's worry. Zhilan's unfocused gaze gradually concentrated on He Teng's face filled with concern. With an almost imperceptible voice, she replied, "It won't happen again~ I'll never get angry over them again. It's not worth it, really, not worth it at all."
"What did they say to you?" He Teng asked.
