"Boss, the millet porridge is ready. Can I bring it in now?"
Ying'er's voice came from outside the room.
Su Xiaoxiao said without changing her expression, "Come in."
Ying'er pushed the door open and entered. She looked at Wei Ting, who was sitting at the head of the bed, and said in surprise, "Young Master recovered so quickly. You can already sit up!"
Previously, many injured people came to the medical center. They were not as seriously injured as Wei Ting, but they lay for ten days to half a month.
Su Xiaoxiao crossed her arms. "Isn't that because my medical skills are brilliant?"
"Boss's medical skills are the best!" Ying'er put down the millet porridge with a smile. "Young Master is also very strong!"
Su Xiaoxiao was both miffed and amused. "This girl really doesn't offend anyone!"
Wei Ting's appetite was not good. He could not eat after eating half a bowl.
