"Wanwan..." Su Chaoyang, in his urgency, agitated his wound but didn't care at all. Just as he was about to lean forward to pull her up, she had already rolled up from the ground, continually waving her hand, "Don't move! Don't move! Be careful of your wound!"
At the peak of the chaos, the door to the ward was opened. Director Qian and a large group of doctors and nurses came in, swarming the place.
Ah...
Both of them were stunned. Mu Xiangwan, pulling the blanket over her face, wished she could disappear into a crack in the floor. Su Chaoyang, scratching his nose, feeling somewhat awkward, didn't know what to say.
The doctors did not expect they would encounter such a situation during their early morning rounds. After being taken aback, the whole group tried to suppress their chuckles behind their hands.
However, Director Qian frowned unhappily and cleared his throat sternly.
