The next morning, when Shen Xingchen opened her eyes and woke up, she saw herself in the hospital and Shen Li sitting by her bed.
She quickly propped herself up on the bed: "Uncle."
At this moment, Shen Xingchen knew without asking that it was probably her drinking last night that had scared Shen Li, that's why he had brought her to the hospital.
She didn't mean to worry Shen Li.
Seeing Shen Xingchen sit up from the bed, Shen Li raised his hand and touched her forehead: "Feeling better? Are there any other discomforts?"
As for Shen Xingchen's drunken words last night, Shen Li pretended he hadn't heard them, acted as if he didn't know.
Shen Xingchen: "Much better, I don't feel uncomfortable anywhere."
Actually, her head and neck still ached a bit, but Shen Xingchen didn't want to worry Shen Li, so she didn't mention it.
Otherwise, he would have called a doctor to check her from head to toe again.
She had only had a little drink.
