When the visitors arrived in the ward, it was already after seven o'clock in the evening.
Having eaten dinner early with the help of the little elves, Zheng Qing started counting on his fingers, trying to endure the passing of each minute and second in this boring time.
Although Lin Guo was in the same ward as him, for some reason, the curtains around the boy wizard's bed had not been taken down, and the bed was quiet without a hint of sound.
If it wasn't for the nurse who repeatedly assured him that the patient on the bed was only sleeping, Zheng Qing would never have stayed quietly in his bed in silence.
The sky had already gone dark.
The rain hadn't stopped and was still falling gently.
The noisy footsteps in the corridor gradually disappeared, becoming sporadic instead of dense.
It wasn't until the minute hand on the clock jumped again that Zheng Qing finally heard the long-awaited voices in the corridor.
