The nurse nearby noticed the situation and quickly poured a cup of water and handed it to him.
Jiang Qian sarcastically mocked, "Let you die of thirst then."
Huo Jingting drank the water, finally feeling the flames in his throat dying down.
His complexion improved and he looked at Jiang Qian to ask, "What day is it now?"
"The third day." Jiang Qian answered gruffly. During these three days, he was unconscious and felt nothing, but for himself, he hardly dared to shut his eyes.
Afraid that when he woke up, something might really happen to him.
Jiang Qian tightened his grip, increasingly feeling that he's worrying pointlessly. He's worrying to death here, but what about the party involved?
The party involved didn't seem to care at all!
The third day, the third day...
Huo Jingting's muddled mind gradually returned to clarity, and he thought for a while before suddenly extending his hand toward Jiang Qian.
The other party still looked gruff, "What are you doing?"
