"Doctor Zhao, why are you here?"
Zhu Liangjun lay on the bed, speaking weakly.
"Oh, it's nothing. I just heard you were discharged, so I came to check on you."
"By the way, how come you're here all alone? Is no one taking care of you?"
Zhao Tienan laughed and asked casually.
"Originally, my mom was taking care of me, but she had something to do and went out for a bit."
Zhu Liangjun was a bit puzzled.
After all, he had no real interactions with Zhao Tienan, not even exchanging greetings when they met.
And today, Zhao Tienan's sudden visit felt very abrupt.
As the saying goes, unexpected courtesy often hides ulterior motives.
Zhu Liangjun was no fool, and he became alert immediately.
"Oh, I see."
"By the way, I prepared some medicine at the clinic to help restore your energy and blood. When you get a chance, have your mom pick it up."
"Although it can't make you completely recover, it will help you get out of bed sooner."
