The doctor looked at the silent Lu Moqing with an inquisitive gaze, and said silently: "Mr. Lu, how's my performance?"
Lu Moqing gave him a satisfactory look, and then said to Qiao Xu, "Let's go back."
The medical room was on the same floor as Qiao Xu's room, so it wasn't far to go from here.
Qiao Xu accompanied Lu Moqing back to the hotel room. Considering the doctor's instructions and the fact that she was a doctor as well, she naturally knew about the details of a concussion and finally had to compromise after some thought.
She looked at Lu Moqing, pursed her lips, and said hesitantly, "How about...you stay here tonight?"
"Alright."
Qiao Xu: "..."
Hearing his straightforward answer, she couldn't help but feel like she was being manipulated.
However, seeing the wound on his forehead and his slightly pale face, Qiao Xu suppressed this fleeting thought.
"I have lots of work to do, so you can lie down and rest. Let me know if you need anything."
