Lu Lingche whispered, "I really don't need to be hospitalized. Just using your ointment will be fine. How about I stand up and walk a few steps to show you?"
Qiao Yin, fearing that he would indeed forcibly stand up and walk to show her, quickly pressed down firmly on his shoulder. "You are not allowed to stand up! You must be hospitalized!"
Seeing her so determined this time and fearing that she would get angry, Lu Lingche agreed, "Then I'll stay for one night, and I should be fine by tomorrow. It's just a fever; there's no need for such a fuss."
Qiao Yin knew it was not as simple as just a fever. With tears in her eyes, she pushed him out to complete the hospitalization procedures, and then she pushed him into the ward.
As soon as Lu Lingche entered the ward, he asked in surprise, "Did you pick the best room in your hospital for me?" The luxury was comparable to a five-star hotel.
"Yes, this is the top presidential suite in our hospital."
"Do I deserve such treatment?"
