In the hospital room.
Jiang Yi had already woken up.
But her injuries were too severe; she could only lie in bed, unable to move.
Shen Qifeng sat by her bedside, holding a cotton swab dipped in water, meticulously moistening Jiang Yi's chapped lips bit by bit.
Careful and gentle.
It was as if the woman before him wasn't his patient, but a treasured possession deep in his heart.
Even from such a distance, Su Ye could feel that cherishing.
"Qifeng, I'm so thirsty,"
Jiang Yi's voice was very weak, but a hint of coquetry could still be heard.
Shen Qifeng straightened up, his voice betraying his fatigue, "You can't, hold on a bit longer."
He glanced at the cell phone on the cabinet, pursed his thin lips, and said, "I'll have a nurse come and keep moistening your lips for you."
"Qifeng!"
Jiang Yi stirred slightly, seeming very anxious.
With her current condition, even the slightest movement could be life-threatening.
