"Hmm, my body isn't that weak, it's just excessive blood loss."
An Yiqing personally poured Duan Tang a cup of clear tea, and upon tasting it, Duan Tang felt that the quality of the tea leaves in the company had improved quite a bit, with a sweet note amid the bitterness.
"You make it sound so light. Do you have any idea how frightened we all were when Elder Ye said you might not wake up from your coma? You can't be so impulsive again in the future; your life is not just your own." Duan Tang recalled the sight of An Yiqing lying on the hospital bed, her breathing faint, and still felt distressed.
An Yiqing nodded and sighed, "At that moment, how could I afford to think so much? Ah Tang was halfway through the Ghost Gate already, my coma was better than him dying. Besides, I am a doctor myself, would I do something without certainty?"
Duan Tang smiled helplessly, at a loss for what to do with An Yiqing's stubbornness.
