Queue number? Does he want to see a doctor?
Tang Yuanchu was shocked by his words.
"Boss, are you feeling okay?"
Bai Muchuan's eyes were half-open, and he leaned back on the seat like a lanky cat. "I'm tired."
"…"
He was energetic and sharp every day; he definitely wasn't someone who got sleepy during work hours.
Tang Yuanchu began to stare at him stiffly, somewhat puzzled.
On the other hand, Xiang Wan pondered over Bai Muchuan's words and made a guess.
Could it be that he suspected both Xie Wanwan and himself had been drugged?
Sunlight filtered through the clouds and shone through the car's glass window, the scorching rays quickly baking everyone into parched meat. Xiang Wan spaced out while looking at Bai Muchuan's head from the back. The sunlight covered him in a golden hue; her breathing was slightly faster than usual…
…
The City Hospital was full of people all year round.
