Just earlier, it was said to be just a cold and fever, how did he become so weak in just the blink of an eye?
"It's nothing, just a bit of an accident." Tong Ze raised his head to look at Li Manman, a faint smile playing at the corner of his lips: "It's getting late, you should go home and rest. I can take care of him here."
The assistant beside them had a bewildered expression; weren't they supposed to bring daily necessities and clothes? How did it turn into keeping him company?
"Alright, I'll bring you breakfast tomorrow."
Tong Ze nodded: "Be careful on the way."
Li Manman walked over to the sofa to pick up her bag, glanced at Feng Yi who was already standing up, and the two of them left the ward together.
As they walked out of the hospital lobby, Feng Yi took out a cigarette box from his pocket, pulled out a cigarette and lit it: "Does your injury still hurt?"
Li Manman glanced at him sideways: "It's just a surface wound, it doesn't hurt anymore."
