The elderly couple stomped their feet in exasperation.

"This brat, why are you so stubborn..."

As they were talking, Shen Zhihuan knocked on the door and opened it a crack.

"Grandpa and Grandma, may I come in?"

The elderly couple turned their heads and their expressions changed drastically in an instant; they smiled so much that their eyes narrowed into slits.

"It's Zhihuan! Come in, come in!"

"Zhihuan, how was your study of the notes? Be sure to ask Lanshen if there's anything you don't understand!"

"Zhihuan, you've come to check on Lanshen's condition? Take a good look at it, and we can chat afterwards!"

The elderly couple turned around and sold their grandson.

"That kid was just awake a moment ago, he's definitely not asleep yet, he's just pretending!"

Xie Lanshen: ...

His temple throbbed twice more.

Before leaving, the elderly couple didn't forget to give Shen Zhihuan a few words of advice, telling her not to study too late and to balance work and rest.

Shen Zhihuan smiled and agreed.

She walked to the bedside, bent down, and prepared to examine Xie Lanshen's wound.

Unexpectedly, Xie Lanshen, who had his eyes closed just a second ago, suddenly opened them.

Unlike when he was unconscious and asleep, his dark eyes were deep and cold, as if they held hidden sharpness and were impossible to understand.

His thick, dark eyebrows slanted upwards towards his temples, and his broad, sparse, heroic, and aloof features naturally reminded people of his handwriting, which shared the same style.

His chin seemed habitually tense, conveying a sense of vigilance and revealing his sharply defined features.

Even though he had no expression and was still lying there, the military aura he unconsciously exuded made people breathe more slowly.

The moment their eyes met, Shen Zhihuan subconsciously took a breath.