Song Yinyin was both amused and distressed, lowering her head to look at his injured arm, and asked, "Does the wound hurt a lot? Let me take a look."
As she spoke, she gently cradled his arm and carefully inspected it.
Although he had just experienced a thrilling moment, Lu Jihan's mood greatly improved with her arrival.
He said, "Shen Kang has already taken care of it for me, the wound isn't deep. If it were serious, I would've been chased to the hospital by him long ago."
That made sense.
Song Yinyin nodded, discovering that his wound was indeed not serious, which immediately put her at ease.
Lu Jihan looked down at the thermal container she had placed on the table and asked, "Did you bring me something to eat?"
"Yeah, it's pigeon soup I made myself this morning. Give it a try."
Homemade pigeon soup by one's own wife is something that must be tasted.
