The fallen leaves float on the ground, and another story is over.

In the hospital with pure white walls, there are quiet around it, and outside the window are lush green leaves.

Murong Nuan was wearing a hospital gown, lying at the window, boredly holding her chin, staring at the people outside.

"It's time to take medicine." Someone knocked on the door.

She stood up quickly and turned her head to look. Tong Beicheng was wearing a white coat and a bit serious on her handsome face.

She stood up bored and stared at him complainingly.

"Director Tong, you should be very clear that it is not me who needs medicine now. In short, if you still have a little conscience, let me out immediately."

"I just fulfill the doctor's responsibilities." Tong Beicheng put down the medicine expressionlessly, raised his hand and bounced her forehead, causing her to scream in pain.

"According to the observation of professional doctors, you must stay in the hospital for observation."

"What about A Yao?" She turned to him, put her hands behind her back, and stared at him with a smile, "Which ward is A Yao in? I want to see him."

Tong Beicheng frowned and put his hands in his pockets: "He would have been discharged from the hospital long ago. If it weren't for the group affairs, he would have come to see you long ago. You should have recovered from your illness obediently. He would have come to pick you up soon."

Murong Nuan curled her lips and was unhappy: "That's it. Director Tong, why are you getting more and more nagging? OK OK, I will take medicine obediently and wait for A Yao to pick me up."

Tong Beicheng walked out slowly, paused, stood at the door, looked back at her back with her back, and suddenly felt a little sad.

The news of the fire in Zhou Mansion has caused a storm in the city, which also involves Jianshu's past.
Chapter completed!