Feng Ciye smiled slightly, and that smile was like a spring breeze on the face, greatly easing people's tension.
"I'm not here to cause trouble. I just want to ask… how long have you been on the IV?"
Zhou Meifen and the others were completely confused, but still answered honestly: "It's been almost an hour."
Feng Ciye hid his hands behind his back, lifted his eyes to look at the hanging bottle with the words "Zhou Meifen" and "Wish you a speedy recovery" written on it, then smiled and left the ward, leaving behind a group of utterly baffled people.
Huh?
Leaving Zhou Meifen's ward, the heart that had been hanging in Feng Ciye's chest finally settled.
If… it really was that the IV bottles meant for Su Li and Zhou Meifen had been sent to the wrong rooms, then why had Zhou Meifen already been on the drip for an hour with no objections at all?
