In a sleepy daze, Yan Feifan felt someone watching him.
He opened his eyes to a familiar face.
"Teacher…"
"Just stay put," Liu Jin said, holding Yan Feifan down as he tried to get up from the sofa.
Yan Feifan said, a little sheepishly, "I really have to pee."
Liu Jin chuckled. He watched as Yan Feifan, dressed in pajamas, rolled off the sofa, hunched over slightly, and scurried into the office restroom.
Seven or eight minutes later, having relieved himself and quickly freshened up, Yan Feifan came out of the restroom.
This was Mr. Wang's office. It was nearly four in the afternoon.
His head now clear, Yan Feifan guessed that after collapsing in the top-floor operating room, he had been brought here since it was close by.
'But who changed me into these pajamas?'
'Mr. Wang? Or Meng Yao?'
Yan Feifan walked over to the seating area and saw that the sofa bed had been tidied up.
A neatly folded blanket, sheet, and pillow were all stacked on the armrest of the long sofa.
