With immense hope, Li Qingming approached the bed of the delusional girl.
Before Li Qingming could speak, Chen Xuejian tugged at the quilt and turned her head to the outer side.
"I'm not exchanging medical records," she bit her finger, speaking weakly, "If you don't know about mine, you can't hurt me, everyone wanted to harm me during the last treatment..."
"Then you don't have to look at mine, just look at yours," Li Qingming grinned brightly, presenting his own medical record, "Please."
"Huh?" Chen Xuejian blinked in surprise, not really wanting to bother with him but her curiosity got the better of her, she extended her hand timidly, "Do you... have any harmful schemes?"
"My schemes are all written in the medical record," Li Qingming pointed to his slightly upturned mouth, "Once you see it, you'll understand, my only specialty is smiling."
