The president put up his fist beside his lips. He seemed to be smiling, yet it looked like he was holding in his laughter. There were other people around, and it was not right for Shen Qianshu to do or say anything, so she just quietly followed the president to the top floor. The VIP room was a place with two wards and a hall, clear and white. There were some daisies situated by the windows, and there were also fruits placed on the side table. It could clearly be seen that they had put in a lot of effort to make it a warm and clean place. It did not look like anyone had stayed here before. There was not even the antiseptic smell that Shen Qianshu hated.
The president came over personally and helped her put on her drip.
