Zhan Nanjue and Ou Yimo heard the voice and simultaneously turned to look at Gong Shirao. They were all stunned for a moment...
Zhan Nanjue saw her coming over.
He was still sitting in the wheelchair, and his movements seemed slower than before.
He slowly pushed the wheelchair and said, "Shirao... why are you here? Didn't you rest for a few more days?"
Gong Shirao slightly leaned back, then bent down to pick up the blood pressure monitor.
At this moment, Ou Yimo spoke up, "Azhan, I'm so thirsty, can you help me by handing me the cup on the cabinet?"
Ou Yimo was now sitting on the edge of the bed, her left hand in a cast, struggling to move.
"Azhan? Can you?" she asked again.
Before Zhan Nanjue could react, Gong Shirao already stood up in a daze, feeling an oppressive discomfort in her heart and lungs, and directly turned around and ran off.
Zhan Nanjue hurriedly went to chase after Gong Shirao.
