The moment he picked him up, Qingyi's heart was about to break.

Under this loose hospital gown, how thin did he look like?

He hugged him through two corridors, went up three stairs, and walked through two more corridors without any effort. The weight was so light that it was heartbreaking.

"If you leave me, you really can't even take good care of yourself. If you have money in your card, why don't you know how to change to a better ward?" Qingyi said when she put him on the bed and covered him with a quilt.

There was no sign of blame in his tone, only heartache and self-blame.

"If I touch the money in the card, you will find out." The drunkard said with a smile.

Qingyi paused, looked at him, but said nothing.

Seeing that Qingyi didn't say anything, the drunkard asked, "Why don't you ask me? If you didn't find me, would I keep hiding it from you like this until I unfortunately leave?"

"Don't talk nonsense. There's nothing to ask. Didn't I find you? Those are nothing more important."

"By the way, how did you find me?"

"The consumer text messages sent by the hospital should be the cost of your surgery in the afternoon."

"The doctor got the wrong card." The drunkard smiled helplessly.

"Fortunately he got the wrong card, otherwise how could I receive the text message?"

Qingyi felt that God must have given him a connection with the alcoholic, and even the doctor helped them and asked him to come here in time.

The nurse looked at the two people with extraordinary relationships with a strange look.

This conversation makes people even more imaginative.

I always feel that the look of the two people looking at each other... is particularly...loved?

Especially this man who speaks very gentle and has a good temper, looks exactly like a husband looking at his wife.

It makes people think about it.

The nurse gave a few instructions and left.

"Come on, drink some water." Qingyi poured him a cup of warm water and carefully fed it to him.

"I'll pour you a basin of warm water and wipe your body."

"Brother, stop busy. It's very late. Come and rest for a while. You have to work tomorrow."

"The third young master has encountered trouble recently. After these days, I will ask for leave from the third young master to come to the hospital to take care of you."

"Trouble? What trouble?" Could it be that person has made any moves?

"Nothing, the third young master can solve it, don't worry."

"……Um."

"Don't worry about your illness. There is something I haven't told you yet-Jun Ershou's legs have been cured."

"Cure?" The drunkard was a little incredible.

He had read Jun Wuchen's legs. He also read a lot of medical books for a while, but in the end he had no choice.

"Who is that great?"

"It's Miss Wen's cousin. I came to visit Miss Wen from the Holy City a few days ago."

That little girl's... cousin?

Isn't that a cat demon?

"He can no longer describe his medical skills as powerful. When I went to pick up Jun Er Jun, I accidentally had a car accident..."

"Car accident?"

Seeing the drunkard's nervous eyes, Qingyi quickly explained, "Don't worry, both the third young master and I are fine, but Jun Er's leg was broken. I thought Jun Er's leg would be out of order, but I didn't expect that Miss Wen's cousin would cure the person in less than half an hour after entering the operating room."

Qingyi still feels incredible when she thinks about this.

“…That’s really amazing.”

That little girl's tribe is so powerful that even Jun Wuchen's legs can be cured so quickly. Brother En...

The drunkard just thought about it and quickly dispelled this idea.
Chapter completed!