"This way of treating your guests is a little rude, don't you think, Zhang?" A voice laced with a lazy smile suddenly rang out, sending charming ripples through the quiet hospital room.
Zhang Yu reflexively cleaned out his ears in disbelief—it was real. He'd actually heard a voice.
'Could it be... this isn't a hallucination?'
He sat up stiffly, his eyes red-rimmed, staring intently at the two people before him. "You..."
You Yiren's lips moved, and she said, "Zhang Yu... it's me. Don't doubt your eyes. This isn't a hallucination."
Zhang Yu instantly grew agitated. He threw back the covers to get out of bed, but You Yiren quickly stopped him, patting his shoulder. "Don't get up. Just lie down and rest."
Zhang Yu's red-rimmed eyes flickered violently as he said in a choked voice, "It's just a minor injury. It's nothing."
You Yiren sighed softly. "Where are you hurt?"
"My arm."
"How long will it take to heal?"
"The doctor said two weeks."
