Gu Jin said, "That's good, take care of yourself. If I have some free time in the afternoon, I'll go to the hospital to see you."
A hurried voice followed: "No need, no need. School starts in a few days, and you'll be busy too. There's nothing much here, we can meet after I'm discharged."
Qiu Qianghai in the hospital really didn't want Gu Jin to come.
He's now bruised and swollen, with bandages wrapped around his head and legs, his arm injured, unable to lift it.
At this moment, he's like a cripple, needing help with eating, drinking, and using the bathroom.
He didn't want anyone to see him in such a sorry state.
Hearing the urgency in his voice, Gu Jin smiled and agreed: "Alright, we'll gather when you're discharged. I'm still owing you a meal."
Qiu Qianghai said, "I should be the one treating you. If it wasn't for your previous warning not to drive or go out, I wouldn't have been able to dodge that fatal crash in a flash."
