"Okay."
Nan Mufeng sighed in relief.
Hopefully, Shen Yu could work miracles and relieve Jian Xi of her pain.
"Don't worry, Third Brother is very capable," Jian Xi consoled him.
Nan Mufeng nodded, still spinning his web of lies, "We must make Rui Kun really thank us this time."
A faint twitch crossed Jian Xi's lips, seeing through without calling it out.
…
Soon, Ailin brought over chicken soup. She was off work today and didn't need to wear her nurse's uniform. Dressed in a light-yellow slim-fitting long dress, her stunning figure was perfectly outlined. Her makeup was exquisite as if she was about to attend some banquet.
Next to her radiant beauty, the pale and feeble Jian Xi lying in the hospital bed seemed like nothing but dust in comparison.
"Jian Xi, have some chicken soup to get your strength back. I asked the doctor, and added cordyceps," she said.
"Thank you."