Ye Fan knocked on the door of special care ward number one, and immediately, a soft and pleasant voice came from inside, "Come in."
Pushing open the door, the sight that greeted him was a neat and snow-white spacious ward, the air conditioning breezing out comfortably. Ye Fan's gaze fell on the one-eight-meter wide hospital bed, watching Tantai Wanrong sitting against the head of the bed with a pillow behind her back, a smile playing on her lips as she looked at him.
"Hehe, Auntie Wanrong," he forced a smile and called out, then walked in and casually shut the door.
"Mm, Ye." Tantai Wanrong said with a smile, "Giggle, thank you for coming to visit this injured person."
"Hehe, it's what I should do," Ye Fan said somewhat awkwardly.
Approaching the bed, he noticed white gauze bandaged around Tantai Wanrong's head and asked in surprise, "You hurt your head?"
