The drunkard stared at the phone screen for a long time, still unsure of how to respond.
He didn't want to reply to this message, but if he didn't, Qing Yi would surely worry.
He hesitated for a good ten minutes or so, still holding onto the phone.
Finally, his weary fingers began to type on the phone's keyboard with difficulty.
"I'm really fine."
After composing this message, the drunkard hesitated, not daring to send it.
Because he knew how worried and disappointed Qing Yi would be after seeing his reply.
But what else could he do?
Was he really supposed to agree to wait for Qing Yi to come back and take him for a check-up?
In the end, the drunkard still sent the message, even knowing that Qing Yi was on the plane and wouldn't see his message right away, but he still held onto the phone, waiting.
Now, it seemed like he had nothing else to do but this.
When the nurse came to change the IV, she saw the drunkard still holding the phone tightly.
