The old doctor went to write the prescription himself and called in an elder lady doctor, saying that she was his wife, to treat Jiang Ning's wounds.
Although the lady doctor was old, she was neat and efficient. She comforted Jiang Ning a few words, then took out water, gauze, and medicine to treat her wounds.
As her wound was being cleaned, Jiang Ning couldn't help trembling in pain, and the baby in her belly kept fidgeting.
Li Hongyuan, standing nearby, saw her left hand tightly gripping the bedsheet, and her lower lip bitten to whiteness.
He hesitated for a moment, and patted her left hand, "Why are you shaking?"
Jiang Ning glared at him and unceremoniously grabbed his hand.
Her sharp nails painfully scraped the back of his hand.
Li Hongyuan furrowed his brows but endured it without pulling his hand back.
To divert her attention, Jiang Ning held his hand and asked with a smile through clenched teeth, "Why couldn't the doctor just now bandage me?"