Zhao, while cleaning the room, said: "Young Madam, I am yours, it's my duty to protect you."
Ming Mei corners of lips curling up: "If I ask you not to disclose my condition to him, would you listen to me?"
Zhao nods: "Certainly, I will obey your orders, but.... even if I don't explain, the leader would still find out first."
Ming Mei rolled over: "That's pointless."
Zhao added: "Young Madam, Beitang Chuxin also stays in this hospital. When you were unconscious, she lived in a ward not far from you. The old man found her unsettling and had her forcibly transferred to another ward by the steward."
Ming Mei's closed eyes moved a little, her eyebrows raised lightly: "Really? This really is...fate. Keep an eye on her for me. Once I've recovered, I will visit her, after all… we're acquainted."
Ming Mei's comments, casual and vague, seemed to indicate that she was about to fall asleep.
Zhao nodded: "Alright."
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