Just as the two people were talking, Shao Chen and Zhang Shishi's hospital beds were pushed out by the nurse.
Mu Anhan followed them into the ward. After the nurses realized they were the relatives of the patients, they relayed some precautions and left.
Mu Shaojie walked up to Shao Chen's bed, pinched his nose, leaned down, and just as his lips were about to touch him, Shao Chen suddenly woke up.
"Old Six, what are you doing?"
"Giving you a bit of Immortal Water!"
Shao Chen frowned, "Where's the water?"
"I drank it all; the saliva's still here." Mu Shaojie pointed at his own mouth.
Shao Chen: "..."
Watching them from the side, Mu Anhan was laughing so hard she could hardly stand, "Third Brother, let Sixth Brother give you some saliva!"
"No way!" Shao Chen also laughed.
Mu Shaojie snorted, "I wouldn't want to give it to you anyway! Think about it, we were nurtured at the same time in our mother's womb, already absorbing the same nutrients back then."
