"I am fine. It doesn't hurt that much. I'm going to sleep."
Evan waved his hand and was about to lie down on his back.
Lora looked at the cold sweat that quickly oozed from his forehead. He knew that this man was bearing it.
She took a step forward and knelt on the bed on one knee and directly pressed Evan's right shoulder. Then she brought the plate with the pain relief film to him, and said seriously, "Can you eat it?"
The man was silent.
Lora was speechless. How could there be such a person who would rather be uncomfortable than taking painkillers? Does he not feel uncomfortable?
"Evan, I checked it. It's okay to take painkillers occasionally."
"It will form a dependency."
"Then you should eat when necessary."
"I can bear it."
"..."
What the hell!
Lora wanted to open his mou
