"Nianhua, if the teacher hadn't told us, we wouldn't have known anything!" Fei Jiayi walked into the hospital room and, seeing Xu Nianhua, almost thought she was seeing things.
Her head was wrapped up, her leg in a cast, looking like she couldn't move at all.
"Nianhua, something this big, how could you not tell us? Aren't we all from the same dorm?" Ding Guo put the fruit they brought on the table nearby.
The perk of a single room was that it was spacious and quiet—no need to worry about disturbing anyone or being disturbed.
"Yeah, Nianhua, we might not be able to help with big things, but with small stuff, we've got you," Chang Hui, usually shy, spoke up. Out of everyone in the dorm, she admired and was closest to Xu Nianhua. It was Nianhua who encouraged her to bravely speak foreign languages.
"That's right," Liao Jinling chimed in. Last time she was sick, it was Xu Nianhua who carried her downstairs to the medical office.
