"Go and tell them that these things are just a matter of convenience, and since I personally suffer from this illness too, there's really no need for them to come all the way here to say thank you!"
Wu Bin couldn't help but smile, but he also felt helpless.
This group of people seemed to make a big fuss over small matters.
"I tried convincing them as well, but they are stubborn and insist on personally thanking you..." Zhu Ling sighed, "I fear that only if you personally go out to greet them will this matter be resolved."
"Do I have to go out and greet them myself?" Wu Bin gazed into the darkness, unable to suppress a sigh.
"Is it really necessary?"
"Those people are waiting outside. If you don't go out, I think they might keep lingering. If it affects the order of the others at the hospital, it won't be good."
"If your health is better enough, you should go out, meet them, say a few words casually, and then let them leave. It would be for the best."
