Su Chaoyang saw the heart-shaped pink card as well. He picked it up and opened it. In bold letters, it read: "Xiaowan, I'm sorry, I hope you get well soon."
Apologizing to Xiaowan...?
Without a doubt, that's Han Wenxuan!
Crumpling the card into a ball in his hand, Chaoyang commented expressionless, "You guys can take this stuff away, we don't need it."
The nurse furrowed her brows in difficulty, "Major Su, our hospital has guidelines against that - "
"It's okay, this can be an exception. Nobody will hold it against you, I promise." He was just going to chuck it into the trash anyway. Wasting things isn't a good habit.
Two nurses exchanged glances. Seeing the coldness on Su Chaoyang's handsome face and feeling an irresistible aura of authority, neither dared to say more, "Well, thank you, Major Su."
"Hmm." Su Chaoyang nodded, carelessly tossed the crumpled card into a nearby trashcan, and reminded them, "Don't tell her about this, and don't mention it to anyone."
