In the treatment room, Zhao Ruirui leaned against the wall, letting Chen Yu massage her right leg.
She was holding a notebook, scribbling away with a RUSTLE.
"How's your novel coming along? Can I take a look?" Chen Yu asked casually.
He had only just learned that Zhao Ruirui enjoyed writing in her spare time outside of training.
Zhao Ruirui quickly covered her notebook, shook her head shyly, and explained, "It's not any good. I'm just messing around."
Chen Yu had only asked offhandedly. Seeing that Zhao Ruirui didn't want to share, he didn't press the matter.
'Probably just one of those little love stories young girls write.'
"By the way, Dr. Chen, I never asked... how is my treatment being paid for?" Zhao Ruirui asked cautiously.
For the past few days, she had come to see Chen Yu for treatment almost every day, but the topic of payment had never come up.
