The narrow hospital bed was quite cramped with two adults lying in it.
Fortunately, Lu Fengxuan was slender, taking up little space lying on her side, her head resting on Yu Chiyin's arm as she carefully avoided his chest wound.
She prattled excitedly in his ear about that "troublesome patient," eager and curious to know who it was and what kind of illness they had.
Such a sudden patient was a great challenge for her.
But in truth, she had a daring side to her personality, so she readily accepted the challenge.
Yu Chiyin seemed very tired, occasionally responding in a low voice and holding her, not much for conversation.
"Brother Ayin, what's wrong with you?" Lu Fengxuan's excitement faded as she spoke.
She poked his shoulder lightly with her finger, tilting her head up, her soft lips brushing against his finely chiseled jaw as she asked with concern,
"What on earth did Lu Xingye say to you, anyway? You've been sulking all afternoon. Tell me now, no more secrets."
