“I’m leaving. Your father is still in a coma. You take care of him. Don’t worry about me.”

Huo Linfeng was also thinking of her. When he learned that Tang Yaoyao had someone she liked and that he was a step too late, he understood his own position.

He shouldn't have let her focus too much attention on him.

We also shouldn't cause her any unnecessary trouble.

Tang Yaoyao said, "Then you should take good care of your wound. It would be terrible if it left a scar."

She felt that such a refined and perfect person as him would be wasted if he had even a scar.

“It’s not normal for men to have scars,” Huo Linfeng said. “You’re making a fuss over nothing.”

Even so, Tang Yaoyao still felt guilty.

I don't know what happened during that time.

How did I end up hurting my hand?

It felt like a thin thread was tightly constricting her heart, giving her a strange sense of suffocation.

Huo Linfeng stroked Tang Yaoyao's hair to reassure her, as she was worried about her father's excessive anxiety: "I'm leaving."

He left the ward.

Tang Yujiao had been silently watching from behind.

He might be a newcomer among them, not even qualified to get close to Huo Linfeng, but seeing him injured made him tense.

After Huo Linfeng came out, Tang Yujiao was carrying a bag containing some anti-inflammatory drugs.

She seemed to be running back and forth in a hurry, and a fine layer of sweat appeared on her calm and composed face.

At the corner, she stopped Huo Linfeng and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Huo Linfeng stared at Tang Yujiao with a calm expression, not paying any attention to her injury: "Miss Tang, you're overthinking it. It's just a minor injury."

Tang Yujiao stared at his wrist and pursed her lips: "You can only use these words to comfort Yao'er. You like her so much, of course you don't want her to worry. But if someone really cares about another person, they will understand even the smallest detail like pursing their lips."

Huo Linfeng understood the hidden meaning in his words. He continued walking forward: "Grape has someone she cares about. She doesn't need to worry too much about such a small matter. You should worry about the person in the ward when you have time."

Upon hearing this, Tang Yujiao's lips curled into a mocking smile: "How do you know I'm not worried about my dad?"

Huo Linfeng frowned but didn't say anything more.

Tang Yujiao continued, "Do you think that only Yao'er cares about my dad the most? But how do you know that I care about him just as much as she does? You only see how hard Yao'er works, and you only have eyes for her. I'm right there with her. Where she is, I am too."

Tang Yujiao spoke these words with some urgency, and it was unclear what force compelled her to say them so hastily.

After saying that, he regretted it.

She's talking nonsense; she doesn't need to explain herself at all.

Huo Linfeng said, "This is not something I should care about."

Tang Yujiao didn't want him to notice, so she didn't bring up the previous topic again. Instead, she handed the anti-inflammatory medicine in her hand to Huo Linfeng: "I just bought these. They'll be good for your wound."

Huo Linfeng didn't look at it and refused directly: "No need, I have medicine here."

Show absolutely no mercy.

Human hearts may be made of iron, but they can become as hard as stone when they encounter the wrong person.

She was just being presumptuous, but she wasn't ashamed: "How did you get your wound?"

"This has nothing to do with you."

Tang Yujiao laughed again: "You would do anything for Yao'er. Yao'er is devoted to her father, so she may not be able to tell, but I know that you got hurt because of her."