Fan Xian, upon hearing this, immediately became tense.
She said, "No need, no need, I'm fine. It hurt a bit just now, but it doesn't hurt anymore."
Chen Fang looked around.
He didn't see any flowers or fruit.
Instead, there were a few beer bottles in the trash can.
Fan Xian couldn't move, and neither a nurse nor a doctor would likely buy her beer, so where did these beer bottles come from?
She seemed to notice Chen Fang's gaze as well.
She quickly changed the subject, asking, "Haven't you gone back for New Year's yet?"
"New Year's?"
Chen Fang was startled for a moment.
Fan Xian said, "Isn't today New Year's Eve? Aren't you going back to celebrate New Year's?"
Chen Fang suddenly slapped his forehead.
Right, today is New Year's Eve. There had been too many chaotic events lately, and he had completely forgotten about New Year's.
However, since his parents died, his memory seemed to truly lack any presence of New Year's.
