In the second inpatient building of the Yuezhou Sanatorium, the entire place was eerily empty. All patients had been transferred to other inpatient buildings, leaving only He Jiaqing and Xiao Zhenggong. Not even medical staff remained. Should anything unexpected happen to He Jiaqing, there would be no one to provide immediate assistance.
Xiao Zhenggong stood in front of He Jiaqing's hospital bed, frowning without saying a word.
He was uncertain whether the person lying in the bed was truly He Jiaqing or Zhou Changhong.
If it were Zhou Changhong, he should have woken up upon hearing of my arrival.
Is this person really He Jiaqing?
Now that He Jiaqing had returned, why hadn't Zhou Changhong sent me any message? Did he no longer wish to live?
He Haiqin is about to arrive, and if this person is an impostor, things are going to get lively.
Well, let them get lively. I'm just here to watch the excitement anyway.
