"Don't worry, it'll be fine." Han Guosheng patted Zhou Yunmeng's shoulder and suddenly sniffed. "What's that smell?"
Zhou Yunmeng's heart skipped a beat. She had come over in a hurry when she returned and had forgotten to take a shower. However, her reaction was very fast. "Don't mention it. I knelt in the hospital and begged Lan. In the end, she got someone to throw me out of the hospital. I lay on the ground for ten minutes before getting up. Look, my hands and knees are broken…"
"That bastard," Han Guosheng cursed softly.
"I'll take a shower first." Zhou Yunmeng sobbed. "I'll be fine." Then, she hurriedly returned to her room.
In the ward.
Le Yao looked at the table in front of her that was filled with ten dishes and a soup and was a little dumbfounded. "Sir Jue, are you trying to stuff me to death?"
