"You know I'm a restless person; I've been suffocating these past few days!" Qin Han said with a laugh.
Song Yuwei chuckled charmingly at his words and said, "Am I too busy, causing me to neglect you?"
"Not at all; it's just that there's not much to do here. I've even contemplated opening a clinic, but ultimately decided against it." Qin Han replied.
Upon hearing Qin Han's words, Song Yuwei didn't say anything, but her small hand slipped under the covers.
Qin Han felt Song Yuwei's movement and was about to speak.
But Song Yuwei slid under the covers, and the next second...
"Hiss!"
Such implications are ineffable to outsiders!
The next day, when Qin Han arrived at the First Hospital, the lobby was already crowded with onlookers.
Qin Han looked toward the crowd; some were there to seek medical attention, but the majority were just curious onlookers.
Another group was comprised of media reporters, armed with their tools of the trade.
