Changqing watched his retreating back until Song Chuyi, who was wearing a clean white coat, walked over. "I saw Fu Yu just now…"
"I chatted with him for a while…" Changqing said dispiritedly as she hung her head low.
Song Chuyi caressed her head and brought her into the ward. He glanced at Yan Lei, who had just finished feeding Shen Lu a bowl of porridge and said with a smile, "Your appetite isn't bad."
"Yeah." Shen Lu asked worriedly, "Dr. Song, there shouldn't be any major problem with me, right? I'm just wish to live to a ripe old age now."
Song Chuyi laughed. "With this heart of wanting to live to a ripe old age, you will definitely have a chance. You don't have any headaches or nausea today?"
Shen Lu shook her head.
"Looks like you're much better than yesterday. However, just in case, you should still stay at the hospital for a few more days for observation. Right, don't call me Dr. Song in the future. Call me Chuyi."