"Shut up!" Song Quan squalled, and sat up from the hospital bed.
"My name is Li Feifei, a student at Nancheng University. I saw you injured, lying on the ground with no one helping you, so I took you to the hospital."
Song Quan grumbled.
He tried to move his arm, but the pain made him break out in a sweat.
"The doctor said your arm has just been fixed; you should try not to move it for now," Li Feifei promptly reminded him with concern.
Song Quan looked at her, irritated, "You can go now."
Li Feifei didn't get angry, "Fine, can you first pay me the medical bill in advance? It's a total of 865 yuan."
Song Quan sneered, "Where is my phone?"
Li Feifei handed over his phone.
The phone had fallen to the ground when he had been beaten earlier, and the screen was now cracked, but it still worked.
Song Quan took the phone, opened WeChat to pay, when Li Feifei spoke again, "Are you in love with Mo Weiyi?"
Song Quan looked up, "Who?"
