"Didn't you call his cell phone?"
Yu Zekun didn't care much; he came to the hospital nearly every day, but it wasn't every day that he could see him.
The inpatient department of the Respiratory Medicine and Neurology weren't in the same building, so it was normal not to run into each other.
"I did, but he didn't answer."
"Then he probably has surgery today."
As Yu Zekun spoke, he placed a bowl of chicken soup he had poured out on Yu Zexiao's bedside table and then covered the thermos again.
"I'll go take a look in his office."
"Go quickly, tell him to come and check my surgical wound ASAP. Those young nurses are only focused on my face and aren't thorough at all in their checks."
Yu Zekun didn't really want to deal with his foolish younger brother; recalling Yu Feng's comment that their second uncle's entire the wisdom had grown on his face, he felt it was quite... apt.
"By the way, big brother, have you seen Xiaosi?"
