Zhuo Zhengxiu walked in, seeing that the IV needle had been pulled out almost sent him into a rage.
He urgently rang the emergency bell and helped him onto the bed, "Naughty brat, causing such a fuss. Do you realize how difficult your surgery was? Even if something major happens now, it must wait until you've stayed in the hospital."
Soon, the doctor came back in and reconnected Zhuo Junyue's IV drip.
"Young Master Zhuo, although the surgery was successful, the wound has not completely healed. Remember to prioritize rest and sleep."
The doctor left the ward with a stern warning, leaving behind Zhuo Junyue looking impatient.
Zhuo Zhengxiu sat down next to him, "Tell me, what's the matter? Let me handle it for you. You need to stay in the hospital."
Normally, Zhuo Junyue would not be so appeasing to Zhuo Zhengxiu.
But right now, he needed his help, so he could feel a bit more at ease.
