Doctor Lin quickly walked into Zhou Ze's room. This time, she could confirm that there was definitely something wrong with this courtyard house. Previously, there were only three people in the courtyard—herself, Zhou Ze, and the old man. Now, there was suddenly a large group of people drinking and chatting in the old man's room next door. How was that possible?
Moreover, their words were obviously hinting at something.
"Ah Ze, there's something wrong with this courtyard. Let's go."
Zhou Ze put down his phone and yawned. To be honest, he was indeed tired, but without Yingying by his side, he could not fall asleep. He clearly needed sleep physically and mentally, but being unable to fall asleep was the most painful.
"In the room next door, I heard many people talking," Doctor Lin continued.
"Nothing, nothing." Zhou Ze waved his hand.
"You were scared yesterday. You'll be fine after resting for a few more days."
