Anxiety instantly colored Wang Xinxin's voice as she took half a step forward.
Her eyes darted all over Chen Zhengnian before finally landing on his bandaged arm.
Sunlight slanted through the window, casting a small shadow on her slightly furrowed brow.
Her anxious demeanor made the few comrades watching the scene from the side want to laugh to themselves.
Chen Zhengnian looked at the reddened corners of her eyes, and his Adam's apple bobbed.
He was about to expose his comrade's nonsense when a cough from behind him cut him off.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his comrade winking and nudging, secretly making a "play along" gesture with his hand.
Chen Zhengnian frowned slightly, wanting to refuse. But as if possessed, he swallowed the words on the tip of his tongue and decided to just go along with it.
"It's nothing serious. Just scraped my arm a little."
"A scrape keeps you in the hospital for seven or eight days?"
