Frantically pushing aside the fixture that had fallen on his face, she threw it behind her.
With a face full of concern, she asked, "Are you alright?!"
In moments of urgency, one's true feelings reveal themselves.
She was worried about him.
He hadn't misread her before.
"I'm fine."
Fu Yanshen weakly replied, looking at her more tightly knotted brows and raised his hand again.
As he lifted his hand, Mu Chenxi finally saw the back of his hand stained red with blood.
It was because she had been preoccupied with pulling away the IV stand, forgetting that there was still a needle in his hand.
Mu Chenxi saw the blood oozing out nonstop, dyeing Fu Yanshen's entire hand red. She looked up beseechingly towards the head of the bed, "Doctor Tang, there's so much blood—"
"Don't frown."
All Fu Yanshen saw in her eyes were her furrowed brows, his hand struggled to lift, the movement slow, gently smoothing her wrinkled brows.