Mubai quickly released Qiao Ran's hand and only then noticed that several of her fingers were badly swollen.
"How did your hand get so swollen? Did Wen Shimo grip it too hard?"
"No, Song Wanqing has a hematoma in her brain, and I massaged it for her."
"I've asked the doctor; they said her hematoma is a normal post-concussion symptom and that it should return to normal after a while. I think Song Wanqing is feigning her headaches just to take advantage of you offering treatment and picking fights. You being treated like this is too unfair, and I don't want you to suffer these indignities, Qiao Ran. Marry me, and let me protect you, okay?" Mubai looked at Qiao Ran with eyes filled with intense compassion.
"Let me think about it!" Qiao Ran compromised.
A warm, spring-like smile of happiness spread across Mubai's handsome face.
"Okay, thank you for considering me."
In Song Wanqing's hospital room.