"I'm not eating, you eat it yourself." Utterly ashamed, Sheng Ning decided to hide in the bathroom for a while and take a shower.
The spring climate was warm, so a daily shower was necessary. Fortunately, the hospital room was a private one, and remarkably, it even had a bathroom. In the 1980s, this was considered the height of luxury.
Only very important leaders would receive such treatment.
Sheng Ning finished her shower, changed into clean pajamas, and only afterward did she come out after washing her clothes as well. Outside, Xu Qigang had already drunk the chicken soup and tidied up the clay pot a bit.
"You still can't get out of bed, right?"
"Hmm!" He had a gloomy expression, and it was clear that being unable to get out of bed and his limited mobility put him in a foul mood.
