City Hospital, inpatient department.
In the hospital room.
Qiao Xi sat obediently on the hospital bed, her eyes red as she looked at the elderly man in front of her.
"Grandfather Cheng."
Her voice choked with emotion.
"Good child, you've been wronged," Cheng Han sighed, "I had my difficulties for not telling you about my identity."
The situation forced his hand now.
If possible, Cheng Han would rather not appear within the sight of those people.
"I don't blame you. I'm just very surprised," Qiao Xi felt as if she'd been hit by a pie falling from the sky.
Upon hearing her words, Cheng Han managed a smile and said, "Stretch out your hand, let me have a look."
Qiao Xi obediently extended both her bandaged hands.
Cheng Han slowly unwrapped the gauze from her hands.
Her fingers, muddled with blood and crusted with scabs, were revealed.
After the surgery, her fingers were still swollen, looking like little radishes.
It was a frightening sight.
