Zhang Chi was choked by the sudden weight and his face turned beet red.
Shen Xian adjusted the strap to give him a chance to catch his breath.
As she moved closer, the strong scent of his cologne assaulted her nose, and she waved her hands in the air to disperse the smell.
"How much cologne did you spray on yourself!"
Zhang Chi chuckled, "Heh, not that much, do I smell nice?"
Shen Xian was at a loss for words, 'Smell nice, my foot!'
"Let's go, time for discharge!"
She couldn't be bothered to respond to Zhang Chi's remarks and pushed the wheelchair out.
The orderly hurriedly followed with two other suitcases and some small parcels.
In the corridor to the elevator, they encountered busy nurses coming and going.
Seeing Zhang Chi, they all covered their mouths and snickered. Occasionally, one or two would say goodbye to him, ending with a laugh.
Zhang Chi nodded seriously, stealing cautious glances at Shen Xian and looking obviously uncomfortable.
