So Xiaoliu ended up staying in the ward, guarding the door for a certain Beast, lying on the hospital bed and leisurely smoking his soft Zhonghua cigarettes.
Xiaoliu from the reconnaissance platoon was trembling with fear, glancing outside from time to time. "Chief of Staff, you've already smoked five in one go, please stop, will you?"
Wrapped in a heavy cotton quilt and a cotton-padded jacket, Qin Muchuan kept puffing clouds of smoke out of the wide-open window. "No!"
Xiaoliu's body wobbled, and he was close to sitting on the ground. "Chief of Staff, you've smoked so much, how come it's still not enough? The room is full of smoke."
"I average a pack a day!"
Isn't that enough? He still wants a whole pack?
Xiaoliu was so scared he almost wet himself and was about to cry. "But you are a patient now, aren't you? And with it being so cold outside while you keep the window open, it's really bad for your health!"
