The stairway entrance.
After listening from the corner, Rong Zhi's lips curled slightly.
The old man found a teacher for her, should she throw him out or throw him out?
If throwing him out might disrespect the old man, then she'll wait and see first.
As long as the other person doesn't proactively provoke her, she can be pretty easygoing.
Without the thought of getting water, Rong Zhi returned to her room, swallowed two sleeping pills, and fell asleep with her head covered.
Next day.
First People's Hospital, sixteenth floor.
He Songzhi's ward was right next to Rong Jiazze's.
Rong Zhi, chewing on candy and lazily leaning against the bedside, listened to Lin Xingteng explain He Songzhi's condition.
It was still those few words.
The patient's body functions were intact, but the main consciousness refused to awaken.
But this time, Lin Xingteng told Rong Zhi.
