Yao Qing's face turned pale.
"Are you a fucking idiot? When did I ever say I didn't care—you're seriously sick!"
Yao Qing was so angry she couldn't even speak coherently, She pressed the bedside button to call a nurse, briefly explained the situation, and then walked up to him and knelt down.
The wound was stitched with only two sutures, and he had somehow torn the gauze, which somewhat affected the wound, causing some blood to seep out from the stitched and original torn areas.
Yu Yanshen looked at Yao Qing as if he couldn't feel the pain.
He reached out to grab her hand, While Yao Qing looked at him with cold eyes and pulled away.
Yu Yanshen's face darkened, and he simply leaned back on the couch, lounging like a lord.
He said coldly, "Might as well rip off the bandage on my wrist, too, Since you only show some emotion when you see me hurting myself."
"When did I not show any emotion?" From fear and panic to calm and anger, wasn't each step a complex flurry of emotions?
