There were so many people in the ward that Han Jing didn't dare make a scene. He looked at Chuzheng with a complicated expression and either fled in panic or left in anger.
Chuzheng nonchalantly put away her phone: "Doctor Yuk, doing rounds?"
Yuk Jian didn't ask what happened and naturally followed up on Chuzheng's words.
The Nurse occasionally glanced at Chuzheng, possibly thinking about the incident just now.
Yuk Jian soon took the people and left for the next ward, and the Nurse responsible for her care hesitantly exited in silence.
The Nurse internally conjured up a dramatic story of love and hatred but didn't dare speak randomly.
As she was filling her water in the tea room, she suddenly noticed Yuk Jian entering with a water cup. It was one he commonly used, his slender fingers resting on the cup's edge, and his nails were neatly trimmed.
