"Bang!——"
The white high-end porcelain shattered into pieces, along with the soup and liquids inside, splashing all over the floor. The grease quickly soaked into the expensive carpet, leaving behind marks of varying depths.
"Get out! Get out!!" the man on the sickbed roared, his voice coarse and breaking at a high pitch.
When Long Yueze entered the room, this was the scene he saw.
He smiled faintly and said, "Mr. Qin, such fury isn't conducive to your recuperation."
Qin Wenhao lie back in bed irritably and glared at the trembling nurse on the floor, scolding, "Aren't you going to scram?!"
The nurse hurriedly picked herself up from the ground, too panicked to even clean up the broken pieces, and fled with a pale face.
Long Yueze closed the door to the ward and walked unhurriedly to Qin Wenhao's bedside, pulling up a chair to sit.
