"The patient should speak less," he said lightly.
"..." Su Jiuyi closed her mouth. More than once, she felt like she was a lamb to the slaughter in front of him, with no room for resistance.
"Does the wound still hurt?"
Upon hearing Shi Aoju ask this, Su Jiuyi shook her head. In reality, her wound wasn't healing well, but it mostly itched and hurt when the weather changed in the mornings and evenings.
She felt there was no need to tell him about such minor issues. Besides, she wasn't a child anymore and wouldn't collapse from a bit of pain. Sometimes, gritting her teeth and toughing it out was enough. By not speaking, she hoped not to worry those around her.
"Let me take a look," Shi Aoju said, reaching out his hand toward Su Jiuyi. The moment his fingertips touched the buttons on her shirt, she instinctively grabbed his hand, awkwardly saying, "The wound is...it's better if you don't look."
"It's something I will have to see eventually."
