In the ward, Qin Jingxin, with gray hair, bit her lip and stopped halfway through her words of persuasion.
She looked much older now than last time.
She looked at the man on the bed with heartache.
"It's okay! It's the hand that's injured, not the foot! Didn't the doctor also say that I should pay attention to the rest of my diet and take care of myself? I'll just have to wait for him to recover. As long as he doesn't get bumped or bruised, it'll be fine!"
Zhou Tian, the old man of the Zhou family, said in a deep voice.
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