Yi Xiaofei paid no attention to Ye Qingrou's mumbling but touched the area around her wound several times.
At his touch, Ye Qingrou instinctively shrank back, "What are you doing? It hurts!"
She shot Yi Xiaofei a reproachful look, and he just smiled, "I'm checking the wound, it seems it's not as bad as I thought! But you still need to take good care of it. I'll prescribe you some remedies, for both internal and external use! You'll recover quickly, but for the time being, try not to exert too much force with your right hand!"
Yi Xiaofei held onto Ye Qingrou's hand tightly, which gave her an unusual feeling. His hand gently stroked and touched her, behaving as if it were perfectly natural, his casualness making it seem like he was taking liberties without apprehension.
"Have you touched enough?"
"Oh? I forgot! I forgot! I'll write you the prescription. Do you have paper and pen?"
