At six in the evening, Lu Xinglan had delivered Jiang Zhi's marriage certificate to the hospital.
Jiang Zhi stood at the entrance of the hospital room, not walking away far, "Why did it take so long?"
Lu Xinglan appeared listless, "Fell asleep on the way."
He slept for three hours because no one could wake him up.
Even those with narcolepsy don't sleep as much as he does.
"Is there a cure for your illness?" Jiang Zhi asked.
Lu Xinglan casually replied, "No cure."
Jiang Zhi had nothing more to say.
"I'm heading back." Lu Xinglan turned around, waved his hand, feeling sleepy again.
Just as he left the hospital, Ms. Yao Bixi called.
"Did you deliver the marriage certificate to the hospital?"
Lu Xinglan yawned, his eyes red, "Delivered."
"You aren't looking for another place to sleep, are you?" Ms. Yao Bixi felt like cursing!
Lu Xinglan looked around, "No."
He saw a long bench, walked over, and lay down.
