As she expected, Dr. Fang immediately found a wheelchair for her without a moment's delay.
Before leaving, Dr. Fang looked at her with a meaningful expression and said, "Miss Song, I hadn't noticed before, but your chest is quite large."
Song Yan slowly typed out a question mark.
What's up with this Dr. Fang?
A woman, why observe her chest for no reason?
And to even say it out loud!!!
Is she sick!
Confused, Song Yan sat in the wheelchair and was pushed out where Gu Chenxiao was waiting outside the door.
Seeing her in this state, he also paused slightly.
Her knees looked even worse than when she first came to the hospital, a mix of blue and purple bruises, worsened by the application of medicine, and more shocking to look at.
Gu Chenxiao frowned at the sight.
"Does it hurt?" His deep, husky voice rose, his gaze intense.
Just these two words, this one sentence, brought out all the grievances Song Yan had been holding in all night long.
