His Adam's apple bobbed.
His movements also paused.
Sang Qian, unaware of the disturbance, instinctively turned back, "Is it done?"
Seeing Ji Chengzhou's eyes, deep and lucid like black obsidian, staring blankly at a certain spot.
Realizing what he was looking at, Sang Qian's face flushed so red it could almost burst, and she quickly let her hands, which were resting on the bed, hang down by her sides to cover that scene.
A flicker of discomfort flashed through Ji Chengzhou's eyes, but he quickly returned to normal.
A moment later, "It's done."
Hearing these words, Sang Qian felt as if she had been granted a reprieve and quickly supported herself on the bed with one hand while pulling down her skirt with the other, then grabbed the quilt nearby to cover herself tightly.
Ji Chengzhou pressed his lips together as he packed up the medical kit.
