The kind of pain that left him bleeding profusely, the relief of crawling back from the clutches of death, the struggle when he was barely hanging on by a thread—he had endured all of that.
Now, what did these minor injuries and pains count for?
There was a young nurse in the hospital room who, upon hearing his words, slightly pursed her lips. She clearly wanted to argue, revealing an expression of holding herself back.
But before she could even speak, Huo Jingting's piercing gaze shot towards her, and she was forced to swallow back her rebuttal.
Gu Yuanshan and Gu Nanqiao also observed this scene. The latter felt a slight sting in her heart, knowing that he had indeed lied.
The previous explosion had almost taken his life. It was clear without thinking that his injuries were severe. Those wounds definitely hadn't healed yet, and now he had also suffered burns.
How could the combination of new wounds and old ones not be serious?