The man who had been leisurely sitting on the bed suddenly stood up and strode over to the desk quickly, picking up the fruit basket and tossing it straight into the trash can.
With a loud "clang," Feng Yanyan got a fright.
Yan Nansheng looked up, his expression a mix of smile and sneer, "Now that the fruit basket is thrown away, can I be impolite now?"
Feng Yanyan: "..."
He returned to the bed, lay down comfortably, and demanded, "Get me a glass of water."
Feng Yanyan glared at him, "Can't you walk on your own? Why do you need me to pour water for you?"
"Hmm, just got tired after taking a few steps," he said.
Feng Yanyan: "..."
"Why are you still standing there?" Yan Nansheng lifted his eyelids to look at her, "Don't you know to get a glass of water for a patient? Is this how your hospital treats its patients?"
Feng Yanyan: "..."
Taking a deep breath, she went to get him a glass of water and then placed it on the table.
"Feed me," he began to command again.
