C566 cultivation

In the senior ward of Tianhai Hospital.

Ye Liuyun looked at the warmth of the bed, with his eyes tightly shut. His gaze was filled with love.

The wounds on her face had been carefully treated by the doctor and wrapped in a piece of gauze.

A wound of this degree could basically be healed as long as it was treated well. But because in the face, in the doctor's words, must be carefully protected