Jiang Beiyu spoke every word clearly, and Su Nanzhi understood exactly what he meant, so she realized from his statement that Jiang Beiyu was teasing her.
"..."
Su Nanzhi shut her mouth.
She lay on the bed in despair and pulled the blanket over her head.
Jiang Beiyu: "So do you still want to be discharged from the hospital now?"
Su Nanzhi poked her head out again, "Yes."
Then she retracted her head back under the blanket.
Jiang Beiyu stared at the bundle of white blanket for a few seconds before finally leaving the room.
However, he hadn't gone far when he again encountered the elderly man from last night.
The old man's expression was very sorrowful. His granddaughter had come running over at five in the morning, had cried beside the old man's hospital bed for a long time, and other family members had also gradually arrived, all of them crying together over the body in the bed, while the old man's lonely soul just stood beside them, watching.
