Meanwhile, at the hospital.
Song Niaoniao was awakened by a snoring sound.
On the sofa lay someone, covered in clothes, sleeping heavily...
At 7:30 in the morning, a nurse came in, "Temperature check for bed number 29."
Song Niaoniao struggled to sit up, her voice hoarse, "What's the temperature? Can I be discharged today?"
The nurse looked at the thermometer, "Thirty-seven point two, the fever has subsided. We'll observe a bit more and if nothing comes up, you should be able to leave in the afternoon."
"Thank you."
Perhaps noticing something off with her voice, the nurse frowned, "How does your boyfriend take care of you? Not even giving you a cup of water?"
The table was utterly empty, with nothing on it.
And he didn't even wake up when she came to take the temperature, still snoring away?
Song Niaoniao hurriedly explained, "He's not my boyfriend."
"Then he is...?"
Song Niaoniao said, "We're just friends."
