In the hospital.
By the time Jiang Zhixun finished his treatment, it was already eleven o'clock.
Shen Qingqing told him to close his eyes and rest, "I'll go to the cafeteria to get you something to eat."
Jiang Zhixun wasn't hungry, but he was worried that Shen Qingqing would be hungry.
After all, she had breakfast before coming to the hospital, and a long time had passed since then.
"You eat at the cafeteria first, take your time, and don't rush."
Shen Qingqing was worried, "What if you want to drink water or something?"
Being cared for by her, Jiang Zhixun felt very happy.
His eyebrows and eyes softened, even his stern features seemed to have melted a bit.
He lazily lay on the hospital bed, "We'll talk about it when you get back."
The man's voice was deep, "It's okay, I can endure."
Shen Qingqing's ears turned hot, secretly cursing Jiang Zhixun for not being serious.
