The smell of disinfectant in the recovery room was pungent. Yu Ruoxi sat on a cold bench with a thick bandage wrapped around her wrist.
Sweat dripped down his forehead and fell on the torn "Tactics Manual" on his knees, leaving a small dark mark.
He was pressing his right wrist awkwardly with his left hand, doing the last flexion and extension exercise.
As soon as his fingertips touched the palm of his hand, a stinging pain like a needle suddenly shot up. He took a deep breath and clenched his teeth, trying not to make a sound.
There was a rush of leather shoes in the corridor outside the door, and then the door was kicked open.
Chang Yuxin stood at the door, holding a stack of paper in her hand, and the smile on her face was more piercing than the air conditioner.
She threw the stack of paper into Yu Ruoxi's arms, and the edge of the paper brushed against his chin, leaving a faint red mark.
