Lin Wu's eyelids twitched.
Uncle Qian, caught off guard by the anger of Elder Xun, was startled and lost his grip on the spoon, splashing soup all over the back of Lin Wu's hand.
Elder Xun noticed immediately and, forgetting his anger, hurriedly grabbed a tissue from the table to wipe Lin Wu's hand.
The soup was still very hot, and a small patch on the back of Lin Wu's hand turned red.
Elder Xun was extremely distressed, "Uncle Qian, what are you doing!"
Uncle Qian was distressed as well, put down the bowl, opened the drawer, took out a towel, and went into the bathroom that came with the hospital room. He soaked it in cold water before coming back to wipe Lin Wu's hand.
"Miss, I am truly sorry."
Lin Wu actually didn't feel much. This little scald was nothing compared to the pain coming from her ribs after the painkiller wore off.
She didn't even frown.
"It's okay, Uncle Qian. You didn't do it on purpose."
