The movements were too fast, all done in one go.
Yang Danning opened her mouth, but no sound came out. She watched in shock as Ji Chicheng pulled out the IV line, "Chicheng, what are you doing?"
Anxiously, she got up, hurried outside, brought over the cotton swab box, and prepared to stop the bleeding from Ji Chicheng's needle hole.
But as he walked past her with his tall frame, she didn't even brush against him.
"Chicheng."
Ji Chicheng walked with heavy steps. Yang Danning struggled to follow behind, calling out to him without any response from him.
She ran little steps and caught up with him at the academic building. Chicheng stopped walking, and she caught up, "The doctor said you need to rest well; you shouldn't overexert yourself and must eat on time."
She still held the cotton swab in her hand, and as she spoke, she tried to extend her hand to help Ji Chicheng deal with the blood seeping from the needle hole.