"The young lady has just dislocated her arm; it's no big deal." The doctor felt Zuo Xiangning's arm through her clothes, sighed in relief, and said, "Young master, help me hold the young lady down while I set her arm back in place."
"There's no need to hold me down; I can do it myself." Zuo Xiangning, hearing that her bones were fine, felt greatly reassured and tried to get up from the bed by herself.
The Masked Man hurried over to support her, cradling her in his arms and exposing only her right arm for the doctor, "Be gentle."
With one hand, he pressed Zuo Xiangning's face against his chest and softly said above her head, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."
Upon hearing this sentence, Zuo Xiangning's body involuntarily trembled.
His voice had always been as hoarse as an aged windmill, but when he said "Don't be afraid" just now, there was no hoarseness, and it sounded so familiar.
