After the acupuncture was completed, Jiang Jingxue packed up her acupuncture kit.

Gu Pingwei was getting dressed when an uninvited guest arrived at the ward.

Before she was seen, her voice came through—Yue Keqi's sickeningly sweet voice.

"Brother Pingwei, I've come to deliver today's chicken soup."

Immediately afterwards, Yue Keqi, who had dressed up carefully, appeared in front of the two of them. She had also sprayed a lot of perfume, which immediately covered up the smell of disinfectant in the ward.

Jiang Jingxue frowned, somewhat unaccustomed to the situation.

Yue Keqi walked right past her, placed the chicken soup on the table, and her eyes were practically glued to Gu Pingwei.

"Brother Pingwei, did you like the chicken soup yesterday? I brought you some more today."

"If you like it, I'll send it to you every day from now on."

"If you don't like it, just tell me what you like to eat, and I'll make it for you in different ways."

Before Gu Pingwei could speak, Jiang Jingxue walked over on her own, opened the lid of the thermos, and started drinking.

Yue Keqi's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, and the smile on her lips froze instantly.

"What...what are you doing? This is stew for Brother Pingwei!"

This is an old hen that's been stewing for a long time!

She brought it all the way here for Gu Pingwei to use in his recovery, not for this woman to eat.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Jingxue paused in her soup-drinking motion and gave Yue Keqi a smile that was sure to infuriate her.

What she said almost made Yue Keqi so angry that she vomited blood.

"I'm so sorry, not only today, but I also drank all the soup from yesterday!"