Qiao Xi stared at him, a bit startled.
A cold and fever almost turned into pneumonia, and yet he's wheeling around for a leisurely stroll?
The other party, upon seeing her, also showed a trace of surprise on his pale and delicate face. His hands were idly crossed in front of him, and his expression regained its composure.
Wan Jiang, who was pushing the wheelchair behind him, whispered, "What should we do, Young Master Zhong? We have to pass by the nurses' station to get to the terrace for some sun. Should we go?"
The 22nd floor of the hospital, where the inpatient department was located, boasted luxurious decorations and provided VIP services. This floor featured a large terrace garden, which was arranged quite comfortably. Patients would go there to get some fresh air from time to time.
Young Master Zhong had suggested getting some sunshine, so Wan Jiang proposed going to the large terrace.
