At that moment, his mind was only filled with Jian Si's injuries, he was fully focused, carefully wiping the sweat off her body, and then changing her into a hospital gown.
When dressing the hand with the IV drip, he carefully threaded the infusion bottle through the sleeve.
After changing her clothes, he used a dry towel to wipe her damp hair.
His movements were gentle and attentive, as if she were a delicate porcelain doll that might break at any moment.
After everything was done, it was nearly five o'clock.
Although autumn had arrived, the sky was still bright early on, and the morning light gradually crept in from the balcony outside, falling on Jian Si's face through the window glass.
Lu Youting sat on the side, exhausted, quietly gazing at her, lost in thought.
The fever had completely subsided after the infusion, and the swelling on her face had significantly reduced, bringing a bit of vitality back to her pale face.