When Song Qingyou arrived, the shop had just opened. The owner had never seen such a beautiful woman before. He stared at her face for a while before speaking: "Young lady, you're here way too early. It's only 5:30."

Song Qingyou's ears hurt from the wind, so she pulled her hat brim down: "If I come late and go back, my boyfriend might be hungry."

"You two seem to get along quite well," the boss said with a smile. "Okay, it should be ready in about ten minutes."

Song Qingyou nodded.

It was exactly seven o'clock when we returned to the hospital.

Fu Wenzhou had just opened his eyes when he saw her come in from outside. He looked at her with some confusion and asked, "When did you go out?"

How come he didn't notice anything?

Song Qingyou came in carrying a food box: "Uncle Chang bought breakfast and asked me to pick it up."

She put the food container down and went to the bathroom to get a basin, a toothbrush, and a cup.

Fu Wenzhou touched his nose: "Youyou, you can let others do these things."

Song Qingyou's tone was flat: "I don't like it."

Don't like it? Don't like others doing these private things for him?

Fu Wenzhou happily accepted the cup.

Song Qingyou held the basin while Fu Wenzhou brushed his teeth and washed up.

The phone rang at an inopportune moment. Song Qingyou glanced at it but ignored it. After Fu Wenzhou finished washing his face, she said, "Eat your breakfast. I'm going out to answer this call."

Fu Wenzhou was unwilling and wanted to eat with her, so Song Qingyou had to repeatedly assure him that she had already eaten before he would let her go.

The ward door closed, and Song Qingyou's face suddenly turned cold as she answered the phone.

Then Song Yuan's furious curses rang out.

"Song Qingyou! Get down here right now!"