Su Chaoyang emerged from the bathroom just as the petite nurse was departing with her cart. Spotting the tall and dashingly handsome military officer in his military shirt, two buttons undone at the collar, his robust chest muscles faintly discernible, she blushed, lowered her gaze and hastened her steps.
Su Chaoyang, puzzled, asked, "What's wrong? Is there something scary on my face?"
Mu Xiangwan, leaning against the head of the bed, reproached with a sidelong glance, "Who allowed you to flirt this early in the morning? The little nurse has a thin skin."
"When did I flirt?" Su Chaoyang gave a helpless smile. All he did was raise his head politely when he saw her.
"Hmph."
Upon seeing that she seemed much more spirited than the previous night, Su Chaoyang walked over and pressed his warm, dry palm against her forehead to check her temperature. Frowning, he said, "Why is there no difference from last night? Hasn't there been any effect after several days in the hospital?"
