“Pah—”
The sudden brightness made Wen Jin squint, and the corners of his eyes turned slightly red.
Jiang Qiao finally saw his appearance clearly. His face was so pale that it looked sickly, like a decadent painting. The hospital gown looked loose on him.
He has lost a lot of weight.
Jiang Qiao walked over and sat aside, put the fruit he bought aside, and opened his lunch box himself.
There was only a bowl of Tremella fuciformis porridge inside, which gave off a faint sweet smell.
"I called you, but you didn't answer. Luckily Assistant Winter brought me up, otherwise I would have had to wait for a long time." Jiang Qiao said to himself.
Wen Jin then remembered the call she hadn't answered, "Sorry."
Jiang Qiao felt a little cold, so he walked to the window and opened the curtains, letting in the sunlight.
"I don't bother with patients."
Wen Jin smiled calmly, "Why did you come here suddenly?"
Jiang Qiao picked up the porridge and handed it to him, "I want to give you a surprise, aren't you happy?"
Wen Jin took the porridge and said, "Well, it seems... Miss Jiang likes me very much."
Jiang Qiao thought to himself, don’t you like me too? The strategy value won’t lie.
She didn't respond directly, "What about you?"
Wen Jin knew what she was asking, and there was a dead silence in his eyes. "If I can't die, then maybe I like it."
Dr. Torv said the operation was very risky, with the possibility of death, blindness, and amnesia.
He couldn't accept Wen Jin like that...
Jiang Qiao pursed her lips and changed the subject, "Wen Jin, it's time for you to eat. Do you want me to feed you?"
Wen Jin thought seriously and smiled playfully, "Can I trouble Miss Jiang?"
Jiang Qiao took the porridge from him and said, "Of course, but I need a reward."
"What's the reward?"
"I hope Mr. Wen can feed me when I'm sick in the future."
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