"Still not letting go?" Zhou Hua Fan irritably gave Liang Zhong Zemin a sharp look, but the young doctor merely flips to the next page of his book looking like the very picture of an elegant scholar with his legs crossed and his expression warm but distant. Only, one hand was holding a book and the other was holding onto her hand resting on the bedsheets. Since she had semi-recovered and was able to speak in a louder voice without sounding like a heavy smoker. Zhou Jian Kong had relaxed his watch on her and moved back to his study making her relieved. Only, a week had clearly passed but a certain someone still refused to allow her out of bed saying that she was still too weak.