Does your leg still hurt?

Yao Hua walked to the bedside and glanced guiltily at Political Commissar Yu's legs.

However, he was wearing a large hospital gown, so nothing could be seen on his legs.

Political Commissar Yu wanted to shake his head, but then, as if remembering something, he quickly nodded. "It hurts, it hurts a lot!"

His tone was extremely aggrieved.

Yao Hua felt even more guilty.

"I'm sorry, it's all my fault, I shouldn't have kicked you."

"No, no, no!"

Political Commissar Yu quickly shook his head, "It was my fault. It was only right that you hit me. Besides, you didn't even know I was injured at the time."

Seeing Yao Hua so remorseful, Political Commissar Yu felt a pang of heartache.

"Don't worry, the doctor said my injury isn't serious and I'll be fine after a couple of days of rest."

Yao Hua still felt guilty. "I heard from my older brother that you haven't eaten anything yet. I brought you some food when I came. Would you like some?"

He placed the thermos he brought on the small table next to the hospital bed.

Yao Hua sighed with heartache when she saw that there wasn't a drop of water in Political Commissar Yu's cup. She looked at Political Commissar Yu and noticed that his face was a little dirty, probably because he hadn't had time to wash his face since he came back.

"I'll go get some water. Wash your hands and face first, then we'll eat."

After Yao Hua finished speaking, she went to get toiletries. These were prepared for her when she arrived, as Lu Jingnian had guessed that Political Commissar Yu might not have them.

"Yao Hua, you really don't consider yourself an outsider!"

Seeing Yao Hua arrive and start bustling around like a mistress of the house, Si Yu's face turned extremely ugly, and she went over to snatch the basin from Yao Hua's hand.