When Zhang Zhaoyuan came back, he saw Bai Xiao's hospital room was empty.
Nurses occasionally passed by Bai Xiao's ward, casting sympathetic glances at her.
Zhang Zhaoyuan didn't understand the meaning behind those looks.
Sympathy? Pity, with a mix of anger?
What had Bai Xiao done?
Carrying a bunch of boxes in his hands, Bai Xiao suddenly smelled the aroma and immediately got up.
"You finally came back. If you hadn't come sooner I would have starved to death, becoming history's first patient to die of hunger."
Bai Xiao scrambled up.
Zhang Zhaoyuan opened the lunchbox, set up the table for her, and handed her the chopsticks. The steak had been carefully sliced by the chef, and all the other items didn't need any special utensils—a minor detail that Zhang Zhaoyuan had taken note of so that someone could make adjustments in advance.
"Then eat up fast!"
He shoved the chopsticks into her hands.
