Late night, hospital.
Li Bingshuang looked at the time, it was already very late, and Auntie Hua had called, ready to send food over.
But Li Bingshuang had refused.
Since Chen Hao was hospitalized yesterday, Li Bingshuang had practically not left his side, even sticking to eating only one meal a day when possible.
She hadn't eaten all day today, and her stomach was already growling with hunger.
"Chen Hao, I'm going back to eat now, I'll be quick," Li Bingshuang held Chen Hao's hand and murmured.
She was not adept at expressing emotions and only let her true feelings show for a moment when no one was paying attention to her.
Without lingering, Li Bingshuang quickly left the ward.
However, before leaving, she had told the nurses at the call desk to keep a close eye on Chen Hao.
The night grew deeper and quieter.
In the entire ward, aside from Chen Hao who laid unconscious, there wasn't a sign of another living soul.
