After chatting with Xie Qinghuan for a few words, he finally hung up the phone.
...
At this moment, however, someone was not happy.
Yan Jiu was sitting alone in the hospital corridor, sulking, with many cigarette butts at his feet, looking particularly annoyed.
He couldn't understand it. It was one thing if his third brother got muddled-headed, he could barely chalk it up to being lovestruck, but Zhaoran going along with it was beyond him, truly spending a day and night non-stop in surgery.
"Mr. Jiu... you haven't eaten anything all night, you should have some food." A demure voice sounded, clearly belonging to the woman Yan Jiu had driven away yesterday.
The woman came back, obviously unwilling to give up the chance to be alone with Yan Jiu.
"I'm not eating, take it away." Yan Jiu said impatiently.
"Mr. Jiu... I made this dish myself... please try it..."
"Get lost!" Yan Jiu brusquely flung off the woman clinging to his arm, his eyes full of hostility.
