Dan Hanjie did not intend to justify himself.
Watching her approaching, he reached out to grab her wrist, pulling her over to his side.
"Dan Hanjie, what are you doing? If you keep holding onto me like this, how am I supposed to prepare your food? And, you need to take your medicine, it seems the kettle is out of hot water..."
Youxuan spoke in an indifferent tone, staring at her captured wrist.
He seemed to ignore her when he first woke up, but now he was tightly gripping her hand. What was going on?
"Did everybody just die?" Dan Hanjie snorted with irritation.
Yao, who had just walked into the ward, stepped forward to take the items from Youxuan's hands, respectfully saying, "Miss Qin, I'll handle these trivial matters."
He took the food container and the hot kettle from the table, and turned to leave.
"Prepare the discharge papers."
Yao had just reached the door when Dan Hanjie's cold voice sounded. It was a definitive order, leaving no room for debate.
