Yun Shaoning is no fool.
He caught the deeper meaning in Yu Chiyin's words, his Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he evasively replied:
"Mr. Yu, I am your attending physician."
Yun Shaoning shamelessly said, "During your coma, I treated you. In such circumstances, it's surprising that you can recognize my voice."
Yu Chiyin's lips curled coldly: "Don't be surprised. When it comes to enemies, I can recognize them even if they turn to ash."
"..."
Faced with these words, Yun Shaoning, even if he forced himself to act dumb, couldn't find a way to respond immediately.
Over the past few days, Yu Chiyin's body had been subjected to various medications. Propping himself up to sit for a moment, he already felt waves of fatigue sweeping over him.
Having barely woken up, the prospect of closing his eyes again and not waking up loomed as a possibility.
