"Brother looked so anxious just now." Mu Xing remained on the hospital bed, sighed lightly, and glanced at Bai Lingyun, whose eyebrows were deeply furrowed, "Do you think something has happened? You look so pale, why am I the only one who knows nothing?"
Bai Lingyun sat on the stool beside the bed, speaking calmly, "Just rest well, telling you won't help anyway."
"But seeing you all so anxious, I feel useless lying here on the bed. Not only can I not help, but I've also become a burden." Mu Xing said as he sat up, looking at his leg that still couldn't move easily, biting his lip, "Why can't I get out of bed yet? I feel like I can move a bit now."
Bai Lingyun said nothing, for she wasn't actually unable to get out of bed.
If not for the concern regarding the dangers of exposure, Mu Xing could have been transferred to a wheelchair to go out and enjoy the sun.
She could even start trying ground rehabilitation.
