Mi Shen heard someone calling her name in a daze, furrowed her brow, and opened her eyes to a spotlessly white ceiling, breathing in the faint odor of medical disinfectant.
Suddenly a head came into view, startling Mi Shen, who instinctively raised her hand and swung a slap in that direction.
"Ow—" Mao Beibei cried out in pain, "Mi Xiaoshen, did you do that on purpose?"
Mi Shen's gaze shifted to the right, settling on Mao Beibei's face beside the hospital bed. She was holding her forehead, looking at her with a face full of grievance.
"Beibei?"
Mao Beibei rubbed her forehead, "Forget it, considering you're injured, I won't make a fuss. How are you feeling now?"
Mi Shen looked around and then closed her eyes, "Dizzy~"
"This is bad. You didn't get a concussion, did you?"
At that moment, the door to the ward was pushed open, and Mi Shen's gaze shifted to the person entering.
Mao Beibei stood up, "Senior Rumo, what did the doctor say?"
