He’s always easily satisfied. Even if his heart is broken one moment, if Yun Ya smiles at him the next, he’ll instantly be happy beyond words. Ning Zihuan has a bandage on his left cheek, his right leg is in a cast, with a minor fracture and a mild concussion, but other than that, he’s alright. But as the saying goes, a bone injury takes a hundred days to heal. Injuring the bone is theoretically more serious than Yan Song’s injury. "Don’t move, you hurt your leg and you’re still moving around like a child. Do you want to lose your leg?" Yun Ya scolded with a stern face. Ning Zihuan smiled indifferently, staring at Yun Ya: "So, you’re caring about me?" "You’re my friend. If I don’t care about you, who should I care about?" "Oh, just friends, huh." Ning Zihuan muttered, lowering his eyelids so his expression was unclear. Yun Ya smiled, "You completely brought this on yourself. I told you to leave early, and you didn’t listen. See what happened now." Ning Zihuan snorted, "Mind your own business, go find your Brother Yan. Why are you here with me?" He said with some sulkiness. Yun Ya smiled helplessly, sat down beside the bed, and raised his hand to rub his hair, like petting a docile kitten, "Zihuan, no matter what, I owe you a thank you." Ning Zihuan, feeling petted, secretly rolled his eyes, and hummed, "I did it willingly. I got hurt for you. You need to take responsibility for me." "Alright, I should be responsible." Yun Ya said with a smile. Ning Zihuan’s eyes brightened, "Really?" Yun Ya nodded with a smile, speaking softly, "Come in." The next moment, a slim girl in a pink nurse’s outfit walked in, smiling at Yun Ya: "Miss." Yun Ya raised her eyebrow, "Her name is Yanyan, she will take care of you until your leg is fully healed." Yun Ya beckoned, and Yanyan came over. Seen up close, she was a pretty girl with fair skin and a clear aura, especially her eyes, bright and innocent, like a soft bunny that makes people want to bully... "Hello Young Master Ning, I will be responsible for your care." Her voice was soft and delicate. Ning Zihuan’s face instantly turned sour, glaring hatefully at Ji Yunya: "I don’t care, I want you to take care of me." Yun Ya laughed without showing any emotion: "Yanyan is a professional nurse with strong experience in patient care. Especially for your leg injury, the later stages require rehabilitation and massage, which needs someone with professional skills. I’m a spoiled rich girl who can’t take care of people, Zihuan, it’s for your own good." For original chapters go to ⓝovelFire.net Ning Zihuan just couldn’t swallow this irritation, all excuses to avoid taking care of him, and instead fussing over Yan Song. Don’t think he doesn’t know, he’ll endure it. "I want water." Ning Zihuan suddenly shouted. Yanyan quickly went to fetch water and brought it to him, but Ning Zihuan suddenly threw the cup, saying coldly: "Are you trying to burn me?" Yanyan lowered her head, calmly saying: "Please calm down, I’ll get another cup." Then Yan Song complained it was too cold, once more throwing the cup by her feet: "Even drinking water is a hassle, and you say you’re good at caregiving? Just leave." Yanyan looked at Yun Ya resentfully, this young master was clearly looking for trouble, she didn’t want to serve him any longer. Yun Ya smiled, "Go pour another cup." Yanyan turned to fetch water again. Yun Ya took the cup and handed it to Ning Zihuan personally, "If you’re still not satisfied, I can’t help you." Ning Zihuan took a look at her, reached out for the cup, and took a sip. "For your sake, I’ll keep her." Yanyan pouted slightly. "Yanyan, make sure to take good care of Young Master Ning, okay?" Yanyan quickly nodded: "Yes, Miss." "Good." Yun Ya stood up and looked at the displeased Ning Zihuan, smiling, "Zihuan, take care and heal well. I’ll visit you when I have time." With those words, she turned and left. Ning Zihuan kept staring at Yun Ya’s back until the door closed, completely blocking off that slender figure, then squinted at the girl standing aside. Yanyan felt uneasy, that gaze seemed palpable, sending shivers through her scalp. Ning Zihuan lay down, suddenly spoke: "Go, peel an orange for me." Yanyan thought of how he suddenly became agreeable, expecting him to give her a hard time, but quickly calmed herself, walked over to the bedside fruit plate, picked an orange, and slowly peeled it, delivering small segments to Ning Zihuan’s mouth.