Yan Xi pushed open the office door and walked in, seeing Yu Siting standing, she softly said a sentence.
"Please, have a seat."
Yu Siting took a seat.
Yan Xi poured a cup of water from the dispenser and placed it on the desk, then opened the computer to prescribe medication for Yu Siting.
Yu Siting instinctively reached out his right hand to hold the cup, but as soon as he touched the cup, his face paled and a piercing pain struck him; he quickly grabbed his wrist with his left hand to alleviate the pain.
Noticing this, Yan Xi quickly got up, grabbed his hand, and pressed other areas to help relieve the pain.
"Be careful."
"The effect of the anesthesia will wear off soon; it will hurt even more."
The pain slightly subsided, and Yu Siting sighed in relief, though a thin layer of sweat still formed on his forehead.
"It's okay, I can bear it."