After the discussion, both of them went back to rest. The next morning, Zheng Ziming was better as well. He woke up.
Big hospitals were after all better than smaller ones. The advanced equipment made a big difference.
The moment Zheng Ziming woke up, he was mumbling because of the pain. There was also a fracture in his arm. He had a plaster cast and could not move. Therefore, he could only mumble.
Xia Ning stood by his bed and stared at Zheng Ziming who looked sick. She put her hands around her chest and sneered. "Was it fun to drive?"
Zheng Ziming looked back at Xia Ning and said with a wronged face, "I'm already like this and you're still putting salt on my wounds. Do you have any conscience?"
"Can you make a living using your conscience? If you had a good conscience, you would know I would be worried about you. Would you still make your own decision and drive that problematic car?" Xia Ning looked at Zheng Ziming with a serious face.
