Su Nanxing held back her tears: "I know."
Xing Ran patted her shoulder, said nothing, and turned to leave.
Su Nanxing stood outside the door for a while, calmed her emotions, then entered the ward.
Lu Beiyuan saw her and directly asked, "I really can't get out of bed? It's actually fine, right?"
Lu Beiyuan found it hard to accept.
Although he knew he had a tumor in his brain, being told to stay in bed suddenly was truly incomprehensible to him.
He was fine, after all.
Why did he still have to stay in bed?
"No." Su Nanxing walked to the bedside and sat down: "We don't know if the tumor in the brain might suddenly press on a nerve, or where it might press, if you fall, it would be very dangerous."
"That's so exaggerated?"
"It's not exaggerated," Su Nanxing smiled: "So be good, lie down when you're told to."
"Okay, I'll listen." Lu Beiyuan held her hand: "I'm being so good, shouldn't you be a little more obedient too?"
