Especially during the gastroscopy, Gu Qingxin was so distressed that she cried.
She tightly held Beiming Han's hand, wondering how there could be such an uncomfortable examination in the world.
After everything was done, Gu Qingxin immediately handed the noodles she got up early to cook that morning to Beiming Han, saying, "You can eat now."
Beiming Han smiled and said, "Let's eat it back in the car first."
"When will the results be out?" Gu Qingxin asked Bai Jingqing.
"In three days, I want to do some additional screenings," Bai Jingqing said, looking up.
Gu Qingxin and Beiming Han left the hospital arm in arm, and once in the car, Beiming Han eagerly started eating the noodles Gu Qingxin had made.
The taste was particularly good.
"I really don't understand you rich people. Obviously, there are so many delicacies, but you still prefer a bowl of plain, hand-rolled noodles," Gu Qingxin said, resting her chin in her hand and blinking at the man who was eating happily.
