Ji Tingyang's hand was slashed with a long wound, nearly spreading across his entire backhand, blood streaming out.
Lin Xu's hands trembled slightly, and even her speech became inarticulate, "Butler, quickly call the family doctor to come over..."
"I've already called, the doctor is on the way," the butler said.
"Then go ask how much longer," Lin Xu was still not reassured and suddenly stood up, "Never mind, just tell the driver to take us to the hospital, I..."
At that moment, Ji Tingyang took hold of her, speaking to comfort her, "The wound isn't deep, it just looks serious, don't worry,"
"But..."
"I really am fine."
"Alright," Lin Xu sat back down, her eyes full of worry as she watched his wound, muttering about how much longer until the doctor arrives.
Ji Tingyang watched her worried expression, the corners of his lips quietly lifting in a place no one noticed.
