On the other side, the hospital.
Just as Zheng Huainan's hand was about to grasp the syringe under the pillow, Sheng Qianxia suddenly looked at him.
"Huainan, what's wrong?"
Zheng Huainan was startled and hurriedly withdrew his hand, "It's nothing."
Sheng Qianxia looked at his left hand wrapped in a bandage and asked him, "Do you prefer using your left hand?"
Zheng Huainan was visibly shocked, staring at her incredulously, "How did you know?"
"Because the chopsticks in your right hand were about to fall."
Zheng Huainan let out a sigh of relief, then said, "I can also use my right hand."
"I understand, it's just a bit injured, right?" Sheng Qianxia told him, "Try using a spoon, it will be easier."
"Thank you," Zheng Huainan said.
Sheng Qianxia shook her head, distracted.
Zheng Huainan looked out the window, then turned to her, "What's wrong? Are you worried about something?"
To say no would be a lie—
But even if she told him, it wouldn't be any use.