He Had Struck!

There wasn't any color on her face as she lay on the white hospital bed with the blanket enveloping her body, all the way up to her chest.

Only her arm with the fluid transfusion was placed outside the blanket.

Even though the wounds on her arm were treated and dressed in white gauze, they were still subtly visible.

Qi Yan was sitting beside her bed. With his head lowered, he was typing away on his cell phone and seemed to be sending a message to someone else.

When he heard the sounds of footsteps, he lifted his head slightly and looked at them.

As his gaze landed on Nian Xiaomu's injured shoulder, his devilish eyes flickered slightly and he took out some medicine from the medicine box beside him. Then, he walked forward and handed it to her.

"Use this and there shouldn't be any residual effects after your wound heals."

"…"