The two of them went to the vagrant's hovel together.
After taking the vagrant's pulse, Xin Ziqi gently rolled up his sleeve. He pressed the injured area, carefully observing the man's expression, before finally removing the gauze to examine the wound.
He found that the injury was well under control. It hadn't continued to fester or worsen, and the joints in the man's hand and ankle were not as stiff as before. This was proof enough of how meticulously Ji Huan had cared for him these past few days.
'But doesn't this also mean that Ji Huan predicted this and was just waiting for me?'
Ji Huan, without batting an eye, didn't answer Xin Ziqi's unspoken question directly. "Your timing is perfect," she said. "His inflammation has mostly subsided, so it's a good time for the surgery."
Faced with such a brazenly confident denial, there was nothing Xin Ziqi could do.
