"You see, this farm is in a relatively remote area, near Boer County in England... The nearby villagers are all infected with the same contagious disease. You're one of the elite backbones of our hospital, so I'm entrusting this arduous task to you," the old headmaster said earnestly, as if these were his last words.
Upon hearing the headmaster's words, Han Yi readily agreed.
After all, she no longer wanted to see Gong Tingxuan. This was the perfect opportunity to stay far away from him.
Out of sight, out of mind.
"Alright, I promise to complete the task."
Three days later.
In the hospital, Lin Ruoyao walked in carrying porridge.
She paused slightly at the door, seeing Gong Tingxuan on the phone.
Gong Tingxuan had fully recovered. He was wearing a suit, his tall figure stood in front of the window, and his side profile revealed an irresistible charm.
Lin Ruoyao watched for a long time, until she saw him finish the call.
