"So slow!"
About half an hour later, Ah Qing and Mo Yiqing finally came out of the community hospital. Ansheng, who was bored to the point of almost falling asleep, couldn't help but complain.
The raven next door is such a chatterbox, almost like the monk in A Chinese Odyssey.
"Hiss..."
As Mo Yiqing walked, he accidentally tugged at his wound, and while inhaling sharply, he didn't forget to ask Ah Qing, "What did the little fox say?"
"What can the little fox say? He's asking why we haven't started eating yet."
Ah Qing spoke with a helpless expression, "With your current condition having gastroenteritis, you should eat lightly!"
"You wouldn't want to continue experiencing the feeling like there's a Water Blade inside your backside, right?"
"I eat with my mouth, gastroenteritis is a matter of the stomach, what does it have to do with my mouth," Mo Yiqing retorted, displeased upon hearing Ah Qing's advice.
"Sure, sure."
