The only hospital in town had an inpatient department that was dilapidated, and Zhou Chucheng hadn't expected to actually find Sister Rong there.
"Sister Rong, what's wrong with you?"
Zhou Chucheng's arrival made the crowded three-person ward feel somewhat different.
He was tall and handsome, and after three months of intensive training, his aura was not only scholarly, but also more mature.
Sister Rong was having an IV drip, and when she looked up, she bumped into Zhou Chucheng's figure.
"Third Young Master, why are you here? This place is filthy; you shouldn't have come."
Sister Rong kept talking.
Zhou Chucheng said nothing and found a chair, then sat down beside Sister Rong's bed.
"Don't tell the eldest young master and the Young Madam about my hospitalization; I don't want them to worry,"
Sister Rong grasped Zhou Chucheng's hand, admonishing him.
Zhou Chucheng remained silent and nodded, "Okay."
