Shen Luo'an left all of a sudden.
Shen Manting didn't come back to her senses for a while.
"...Manting?" Aunt Lin asked tentatively.
She entered the ward with a thermal container, looked around, and asked, "Where's Mr. Shen?"
"I don't know." Shen Manting leaned against the edge of the bed. "I'm a bit hungry."
"Ah, here's your meal."
Aunt Lin set down the thermal container and poured some soup into the lid. She said, "I started brewing the herbal tonic early in the morning. The herbs and meat chunks have settled at the bottom. I'll scoop them up for you after you drink the soup."
Shen Manting looked at the bowl of ginseng chicken soup in her hands and paused for a long time before taking a sip.
