Time passed quickly.
Half a month passed in the blink of an eye.
On the first day of the 8th month, Chen Yu went to the affiliated hospital of Beijing University as usual. He passed through the atrium and arrived at the inpatient department.
When he entered the high-end ward on the second floor, he saw a delicate-looking young lady looking out of the window.
"Bahuang Yao, good morning."
After closing the door, Chen Yu handed the lunchbox to the young lady. "Look, it's an authentic Beijing stuffed bun. It's specially made!"
"Thank you." Bahuang Yao reached out with difficulty and took the lunchbox.
"You didn't expect me to bring food again today, did you?"
"I thought of it." The girl looked at Chen Yu. "Besides you and the doctor, no one will bring me food."