"I hired a caregiver for you."
Song Yuan couldn't sit still, "How could you hire a caregiver? Didn't I say I don't like strangers? And she just came into my room like this, who knows if she's clean, what if she has germs!"
The caregiver's face didn't look good, she retorted immediately, "We automatically disinfect when we enter the hospital, rest assured, nowhere is cleaner than the hospital, any germs passing by would be exterminated."
There are germs in the human body, in the nail beds, even in the hair gaps, what's the fuss about.
Nan Jiaojiao looked at her amusingly, then corrected her tone, "Sorry, to trouble you, Miss Song said not to sweep, you must pick things up by hand and use tissue to wipe the water clean."
The caregiver was reluctant but was convinced by Nan Jiaojiao's very weighty three words.
"I'll pay more."
"Alright!"
The caregiver swiftly pulled out the trash can from under the bed and squatted to pick up the pieces.
