Zhang Hao stood up and returned to his office, where he grabbed some milk and bread from his locker.
Seeing an apple on the desk, not knowing whose it was, he also took it with him.
When he went back to the ward, he saw the girl still maintaining the same position as before.
Zhang Hao offered her the bread and placed the milk aside.
"Don't see me as a doctor, just see me as a friend, I know you're not sick," he said.
"You're faking all of this, but why keep it up for two years? Hasn't it been tough for you?"
In the face of what Zhang Hao said, the girl still gave no acknowledgment.
"According to your age, you should be in college by now, maybe you even have a boyfriend."
"With your looks, you must be very popular on the college campus," he remarked.
"What do you enjoy doing? Singing, painting, reading, traveling or something more intense like taekwondo, boxing, that sort of thing?"
