Talking, the two of them had already reached the door of Zhuo Feng's ward 608.
Through the glass on the door, they could see Feng Xing hovering by the bedside, feeding Zhuo Feng the congee that had just been delivered.
Xiao Xian hurriedly pushed open the door, getting ahead of Zhou Ziang, and entered the room. She was about to close the door when Zhou Ziang slightly held it ajar with his hand, his shoulder already through the door, slipping in like a greased loach.
Their back-and-forth actions attracted the attention of the postpartum women and their husbands who were eating in the ward.
Zhuo Feng wiped her mouth and stared bewilderingly at Xiao Xian and Zhou Ziang, who was behind her.
"Sister, he's the doctor here for rounds," Xiao Xian said, compromising as the person had already entered.
