The man still overlooked her from above, but did not say anything more. Instead, his gaze fell on the thermal container in Song Qiao's hand. A faint smile appeared on his sharply-defined face as he said, "Did you bring me something to eat?"
She lowered her head to glance at the thermal container she had been holding on to without letting go, diligently maintaining its upright position. Even while sitting in the hospital room, she held the container so nothing inside could spill out. Without saying much more, she placed the container on the table. "Eat on your own, I'm going out to call the doctor for you."
As she spoke, she stood up, ready to head toward the door.
The man had moved so abruptly just now, and she didn't know if his wounds had reopened. Plus, since he removed the pillow, a doctor needed to come over and administer his IV medication.
