I told Xi Zhan that he was in a coma. He didn't even expect himself to be so weak and his eyes were a little confused.
I asked him with concern, "Why is your wound inflamed?"
I wanted to ask him if he had trouble after leaving Wu City, but he said, "I don't know. The wound is not recovering well."
Even if Xi Zhan had any trouble, he would not tell me.
He never wanted me to worry about him.
I said sadly, "Second Brother, don't make me worried anymore."
Xi Zhan smiled, "Yeah, I'm sorry."
"Do you really think nobody is here?"
The voice of Shang Wei sounded from behind, and I turned and glared at him and asked, "Why don't you go back to your ward and have a break?"
"I really and to, but how can I go back?"
I turned my head and said to Xi Zhan, "I'll take him back to the ward."
I pushed Shang Wei in a wheelchair back to his own ward and helped him lie in bed. He was so insatiable that he asked me to help him wash his face.
He said he had not washed his face since he got up.