Chapter 313 Either He's Got a Personality Disorder or I've Got a Mental Disorder

• Xi Qingchuan stopped talking. The painkillers were working. My leg stopped hurting as much. It still hurt, but the pain was bearable.
• Someone from the Xi residence delivered another soup to the hospital. I was asleep then but Xi Qingchuan woke me up.
• "It's not fish," he said as he fed me soup. "It's ginseng chicken made from a thousand-year-old ginseng. It was a part of my mother's private collection of expensive herbs. It's probably not really a thousand years old but it's good for you. Try the soup. It's not very bitter."