Looking at Zhan Qipei, who was wrapped in bandages all over, Qiao Jing subconsciously opened her mouth slightly, feeling an indescribable taste in her heart.
Before she could even react, the man hobbled over to the bed with his crutch, his eyes scanning up and down her body, filled with nervousness and worry.
"Why did you get up? You've got broken ribs, and still you climb out of bed, do you have a death wish?"
No sooner had Zhou Fu finished speaking than Zhan Qipei moved towards him abruptly.
"Is she alright? Where is she hurt?"
It was clear to anyone that Zhan Qipei didn't care about his own body at the moment, his hurried visit was due to his deep concern for Qiao Jing's condition.
Zhou Fu glanced at Qiao Jing and then at Zhan Qipei before clearing his throat, "Master, she's fine, just minor injuries all over."
Zhan Qipei visibly breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing Zhou Fu's first sentence, but before he could fully relax, he heard the following sentence from Zhou Fu.