"How did you know?" Han Xi widened her eyes in astonishment.
With a slight arch of his thick eyebrows, Fu Bin smirked, "The things you talked about at the restaurant last time, we heard it all from the next room."
Han Xi suddenly felt a little dumbfounded.
.......
When Han Xi returned to the office, she immediately noticed a large bouquet of lilies on the desk.
She walked over, frowned, and picked up the small card inside, but it was blank.
Han Xi casually put the flowers aside and went straight to do her rounds.
After checking all the patients, Han Xi went to Liao Tingxiao's room. She pushed the door open and naturally began, "How are you feeling today? Does the wound still hurt?"
"Not bad, not particularly painful."
Liao Tingxiao lay on the hospital bed, with a deep smile on his lips.
Han Xi placed the medicine box on the table next to the bed, "Time to change the dressing."
