"Remember to add eggs and beef, she's pregnant, and adjust the air conditioning temperature higher."
The nurse wrote it down, thinking that this was too considerate, "Don't worry, Young Master Jue, we'll take good care of that lady."
Mo Nanjue turned his head back, still facing the window, "You can leave."
The nurse hesitated for a moment, then took a bag of sanitized ice packs from her pocket and bent down to place it on the table, "Young Master Jue, this is very effective for reducing palm prints."
The man did not turn around, and the nurse said nothing more, turning to leave.
Mo Nanjue propped his hands on the window sill, gazing into the distance, seeing only a bustling scene. He withdrew his gaze, and when he turned around, he saw the ice pack on the table.
A self-mocking smile played at the corner of his mouth, the slap mark on his face was obvious even without looking, burning with pain.
