Qin Miaomiao took care of Rong Lan. Calling it caregiving was a stretch; for tasks that required physical contact, she handed them off entirely to the attendant to avoid interaction.
After Rong Lan regained consciousness, she stayed by his side and chatted with him a bit more than usual.
"Why are you here?"
"You saved me. Reasonably speaking, I should stay and accompany you. Thank you for saving me. If you need anything, just let me know."
Rong Lan gave a weak smile:
"I don't need anything. When can I get back to work?"
"You need to rest for at least half a month."
"That won't do. That's too much time wasted."
Qin Miaomiao reassured him, saying, "I'll cover all the losses myself. You don't need to worry."
Rong Lan looked at her and gave a mocking smile. "You used to avoid me like I was poison. And now? You're guarding me day and night? It must be unbearable for you."
"You don't have to say things like that, Rong Lan. Debts of gratitude must be repaid."
