The deep meaning contained in these words, how could Song Yinyin not understand?
However, she merely smiled lightly and said nothing.
...
Yan Xue's condition had just stabilized, but Lu Jihan was so drunk he was oblivious.
Since this was the top floor VIP ward of the hospital, the room was quite spacious, complete with a bed, sofa, wardrobe, bathroom, small fridge, and microwave, and it even had a small suite for the patient's family to rest.
Song Yinyin, with the help of a caretaker, exerted great effort to move Lu Jihan to the room inside to lie down.
Lu Jihan was truly drunk, completely and utterly so.
In the middle of the night, he got up twice, each time going to the bathroom to vomit, then lying back down to continue sleeping.
This was the first time Song Yinyin had seen Lu Jihan so sloppy and disheveled, and she was somewhat speechless.
She couldn't bear to leave him unattended, so she fetched a towel and tirelessly wiped the sweat and grime off him again and again.
