Hospital entrance.

The wound on Zheng Zehao's head has been bandaged, and the bloodstains on his face have been wiped clean, restoring the handsome appearance of the past, but the white gauze sticks to his forehead, which is very ugly to all eyes.

The dizziness that just happened is over. It's just bleeding a lot and the lips are a little white.

"Zheng Zehao, how do you feel?"

In fact, Qiu Jiayi is still a little uneasy. She doesn't know how Cai Jianming's medical skills are. She just looks at his face and feels unreliable.

Let's talk about this fast gauze. I don't know whether it's intentional or unintentional. The...