"Why are you here?" Lu Zuo pushed open the door of the hospital room, his gaze settling on Zhou Mingchen.
The sound disturbed Zhou Mingchen, who had been resting with his eyes closed on the couch. He opened his eyes, saw Lu Zuo, immediately threw off the blanket covering him, and stood up.
"Now that you're here, I'll be leaving."
He walked past Lu Zuo but was blocked from leaving.
"You still haven't answered my question. Why are you here?"
Zhou Mingchen looked down at his watch. It was already past nine in the morning, and Lin Zhi on the bed had not yet woken up.
"I heard Uncle Lin was sick, so I came to see him."
Lu Zuo had worked the night shift at the hospital the night before, and his phone had been locked in a locker. When he checked it in the morning after changing shifts, he saw that Lin Xilin had called many times. He tried to call back, but no one answered, so he asked the housekeeper before finding his way here.
"This early?"
