Pei Chenyang obviously noticed Zhao Mengmeng's fear, but he found that this woman's mouth was even tougher than he had imagined.
Bowing her head would kill her?
He was so enraged that he coldly chuckled, walked straight over, and held Zhao Mengmeng in his arms.
He nodded to the doctor who was staring blankly at them, "We'll be going back first."
"Oh... oh..." the doctor replied subconsciously.
What game were this couple playing?
He could no longer understand; the world of young people today was indeed beyond his imagination.
After leaving the diagnostic room, Pei Chenyang carried Zhao Mengmeng through the long corridor.
The hospital was almost empty at night, with few people at the pharmacy and the billing counter.
Pei Chenyang carried Zhao Mengmeng to the counter and handed over the doctor's prescription.
The staff member unconsciously glanced at Pei Chenyang and Zhao Mengmeng more than once, envy flashing across their face.
"That'll be one hundred and thirty-five yuan."
