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Chapter 402 Holding Nan Yu's Hand
The third hour.

The pain was more than ten times worse than before. Huo Junyan felt as if his whole body was in the middle of a sea of ​​fire, and his bones were filled with poison.

Under this double torment, I felt like my body no longer belonged to me.

For a moment, he even thought he had returned to the time when he lost his legs in that car accident.

"Um……"

Unable to hold back any longer, a cry of pain escaped through his clenched teeth.

Nan Yu asked, "Do you need me to ease your pain?"

Huo Junyan heard these words clearly. He still remembered what Nan Yu had said yesterday: he had to stay awake and endure the pain in order to get his legs back to health as soon as possible.

He shook his head with difficulty, "No."

He decisively rejected Nan Yu's suggestion.

Nan Yu's gaze was somewhat solemn as she began to encourage Huo Junyan.

"Then just bear with it a little longer, just hold on a little longer, and two hours will pass quickly."

"Ah."

Huo Junyan squeezed his eyes shut, the sheets beneath him were soaked with sweat, but he remained in the same lying position as before, without moving an inch.

Suddenly, an even more intense pain swept over me like a tornado.

The sudden, intense pain made Huo Junyan's temples throb, and his left hand reflexively grabbed anything he could reach.

The next second, he grabbed Nan Yu's right hand as she took his pulse.

Nan Yu's body suddenly leaned forward, facing Huo Junyan, who had his eyes closed.

She looked down at Huo Junyan, whose lips had turned white from the intense pain, and gritted her teeth, enduring all the pain alone.

She silently stopped trying to pull her hand away, letting him hold it.

"Hopefully this will make you feel better."

Lost in pain, Huo Junyan didn't realize that he was holding Nan Yu's hand; he thought it was something else.

He gripped the object tightly, as if it were his last lifeline.

In the fourth hour, the pain began to gradually subside, and Huo Junyan loosened his grip on Nan Yu's hand.

In the last hour, the pain gradually subsided. But Huo Junyan still held Nan Yu's hand tightly, as if he couldn't bear to let go.

Nan Yu didn't refuse. She carefully observed Huo Junyan's condition and saw that he had pulled through. A relaxed smile appeared on her lips.

Five hours passed quickly.

Huo Junyan's confused mind gradually cleared up.

Then, he slowly opened his dark eyes.

The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was Nan Yu's clear eyes, with a clear smile in them.

"Patriarch Huo, congratulations, you've made it through."

Huo Junyan couldn't help but show a rare relaxed smile.

Suddenly, he felt a warm touch in his palm and turned his head to look.

He was holding Nan Yu's fair, reddish wrist tightly.

Huo Junyan quickly let go of her hand, looking apologetic.

"Miss Nan, I'm sorry."

His voice was extremely hoarse.

Nan Yu then withdrew her hand, rubbing her wrist which had been pinched red, and said with a smile, "It's okay."

Then, she lowered her head and began to remove the needles from Huo Junyan's body.

Huo Junyan lowered his eyes. From his angle, he could see Nan Yu's reddened wrist, and his eyes darkened.

Nan Yu was already fair-skinned, and the reddened areas made her even more striking.

Ten minutes later, Nan Yu removed all the silver needles and turned to Huo Junyan, saying, "Patriarch Huo, shall I help you to take a medicinal bath?"

Upon hearing this voice, Huo Junyan suddenly raised his head, his voice hoarse.

"Need not."

Nan Yu looked at him blankly, "You don't have the strength right now, you can't get up by yourself, let me help you."

Huo Junyan looked at the reddened wrist, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly, and then looked away.

"Miss Nan, I can manage on my own, so I won't trouble you."