Rong Yan felt an intimate touch in front of Little Baby for the first time with him, her face burning with embarrassment as she said uneasily, "Um, maybe I should just get down myself. I only injured my shoulder, my legs are fine. I can walk, it's too tiring for you to hold me like this."
Her suggestion was completely ignored, and Rong Yan found herself princess-carried through the hospital under the watchful eyes of many, all the way to the stretched Lincoln parked at the entrance.
After the driver closed the car door for them, he quickly got to the front, and the car drove off into the night amid envious glances.
...
Hospital lobby.
"Do you have a patient named Rong Yan here?" an ostentatiously dressed old lady demanded aggressively, banging on the nurse's desk.
