"Thank you," Jing Haohao politely dismissed the nurse and was about to close the door when Liang Chen, who had just gone downstairs to make a payment, returned, a bag of medication in his hand: "Take these three times a day, the instructions on how to use them are inside."
"Hmm," acknowledged Jing Haohao, accepting the bag and standing at the doorway without moving, "thank you."
Liang Chen stood outside the door, looking at the close-by Jing Haohao and spoke casually, "It's okay."
Jing Haohao was silent for a moment before continuing, "I don't have much cash in my wallet. I'll pay you back once Xian'er reimburses me."
Liang Chen repeated what he'd just said, "It's okay."
Jing Haohao nodded slightly, lifting her eyelids to glance at Liang Chen.
The hallway light was dim and quiet, casting onto his face, making his features appear more flawless. His face, hiding all emotions, gave off a detached and indifferent feeling. The fatigue was vaguely hinted at his refined brow.
