"No need, it's not that serious."
As Lu Yangui's voice settled, Han Zhijin pretended to accidentally clip off a small piece of flesh with the nail clippers.
He acted as if the pain was intense, "hiss"ing out loud.
Just as he had anticipated, Lu Yangui sprang to her feet. "How can you still be so careless when you're already this old? Hold the wound for a moment, I'll go downstairs to get the first aid kit for you..."
Once Lu Yangui's figure disappeared at the doorway, Han Zhijin immediately got up and went to the bedside to retrieve Lu Yangui's phone, which she had neglected in her flurry of concern.
He knew his mother's phone password and easily unlocked the screen, entering the homepage of Lu Yangui's mobile phone.
Thinking about how his mother had been absentminded every time the text message tone rang out these last two days, he quickly clicked into the messages.
