In the sunny hospital room, the air was filled with the scent of disinfectant and a faint hint of blood.
Fang Xiaoyu was wearing a hospital gown, leaning against the pillow, her face pale. Her skin had already returned to being smooth, aside from her poor complexion, her looks hadn't deteriorated much. It seemed she was recovering well.
She took the apple that Bai Mo had just peeled and nibbled on it. She was too weak, even struggling to exert much force while biting into it.
Mouthful by small mouthful, she ate.
She looked up at Bai Mo again.
"Expert Bai Mo, I might not be your secretary anymore in the future.
"Working at the Immortal Technique Committee is a bit dangerous.
"I don't think I'm suitable for it."
Bai Mo sat by the bedside, frowning slightly.
He sensed that Fang Xiaoyu's decision was actually the right one.
He listened as Fang Xiaoyu continued.
