Suddenly, Jiang Nan's voice echoed in his ears, "Bro, breakfast is ready. Where do you want to eat?"
Dan Tingye snapped back to reality, and after a slight daze, he retracted his hand without a trace, placing it on the sofa before turning to look at Jiang Nan.
Jiang Nan had indeed prepared two very sumptuous breakfasts, even warming up the milk. Noticing Meimei squatting beside the sofa, he hurriedly carried the breakfast inside.
He placed the breakfast on the table, leaning close to her, "Meimei, have you really been learning medicine from Mr. Diwu?"
"..."
Meimei was focused on applying medicine to Tingye. Hearing his words, she flinched, accidentally poking Tingye with the cotton swab. Hearing him suck in a breath, she quickly refocused.
"Jiang Nan, if you're hungry, go ahead and eat first. I'm treating Tingye's wound. I can't be distracted."
