The young nurse organizing the instruments was explaining the post-surgery taboos to Shi Yan. This man was handsome, making the young nurse dawdle a little longer inside.
Shi Yan turned his head, his gaze fixed outside the door. Only then did the young nurse notice that there was another person standing at the doorway.
Seeing it was a woman, the young nurse's expression dimmed, "Is your girlfriend here to see you? Why is she standing at the door and not coming in?"
"Not my girlfriend anymore." Shi Yan replied, his voice somewhat despondent, and added, "You've been chatting endlessly, she didn't want to interrupt you."
The young nurse blushed, holding the medical utensils in her hands, and quickly walked out.
Yan Zhi walked in, stopping two or three meters away from the hospital bed.
The light overhead stretched Yan Zhi's shadow long, her shadow not even reaching his bed.
And this, Yan Zhi believed, was a relatively safe distance when facing Shi Yan.
"Thank you."
