Han Jingnian shot a chilly glance towards Xie Lin: "Get out!"
"Boss Han, I was wrong, I shouldn't have touched your raw wound. However, we still ought to treat your injury..."
Facing Xie Lin's earnest advice, Han Jingnian, too lazy even to talk, flatly raised his hand, pointed to the door, indicating for him to leave pronto.
"Boss Han..."
This time Xie Lin only called out his name and before he could finish his sentence, Han Jingnian suddenly stood up from the couch.
At the same time, the bedroom door opened, and Xia Wan'an, fresh from her bath, clad in a simple sweatshirt and jeans, her feet in fluffy slippers, walked out: "Eh? Doctor Xie, you're here?"
Then Xia Wan'an turned her gaze towards Han Jingnian standing beside the couch, about to ask him why he stood up.
Before she could even utter a word, Han Jingnian, who had caught her gaze, calmly spoke out: "Xie Lin wants a drink of water, I'll get it for him."
