Shen Lan calmly said, "Even though he is a doctor, he doesn't know my body as I do. It's not his body after all."
Cheng Yanqing was taken aback for a moment. Carefully tucking Shen Lan in bed, her tone was as tender as someone coaxing a child. "You, honestly...", she sighed.
"All right, all right, it's already half past ten. You should go to sleep now."
"Are you leaving?" Shen Lan, lying in bed, was a bit reluctant to let go of Cheng Yanqing's hand. "I don't want to stay in the hospital alone. I want to leave with you."
"I'm scared at night…" Shen Lan was becoming more and more frightened at the thought. After all, countless people had died in this hospital; who knows how many people had slept in this very bed.
Some of those people had been discharged, and some might have even passed away.
Moreover, Shen Lan had a habit of reading suspense and horror novels.
Reading so much of it would inevitably lead to some unpleasant thoughts.
