When they arrived at the hospital, Ning Dai brought Chen Fan to bandage and treat him first.
He had hit his head. She had been worried that there would be sequelae. No matter what he said, there was no need to go through the trouble. She insisted that he get a CT scan of his brain first.
It was not until she got the scan and confirmed that Chen Fan's injury was superficial that Ning Dai heaved a sigh of relief.
"Look, I already said that it would be fine, but you didn't listen to me. You sent money to the hospital for nothing." Chen Fan looked at the bill in her hand with heartache and nagged non-stop.
"It's just a little blood loss. I'll be fine after eating red dates for two more days. Why spend a thousand yuan? I have money to burn."
Seeing that his heart ached for money, Ning Dai looked at him strangely.
He was different from others.
