Fed up with being asked, Jiang Yisheng glared at him again, his tone both aggrieved and fierce, "I said it's gone."
In his agitation, he pulled on the wound on his chest, causing his delicate eyebrows to involuntarily furrow.
Bowing his head, his fingers clutching the blanket unconsciously curled up.
Noticing something was off, Ji Mingqian placed his hand on Jiang Yisheng's shoulder, the smile fading from his face, "Is the wound hurting again?"
Jiang Yisheng remained silent, his pallor alarming Ji Mingqian.
"Jiang Yisheng, say something, does the wound hurt? Should I call the doctor over for you?"
Jiang Yisheng glanced at him sideways, biting his lips that were as pale as water to a slight mark, his voice hoarse, "You pressed on my wound."
It proved that Gu Xinuo was right, having Ji Mingqian as a caregiver only made things worse.
Ji Mingqian paused, his gaze falling to the hand on Yisheng's shoulder, and he quickly withdrew it.
