610 Sending It Up to the Doorstep

In Yun Hua Hospital's meeting room.

The wind from the air conditioner blew gently. It felt a little warm and a little dry. It felt as if the breath of the homeroom teacher blowing on your neck, stirring up the urge to give that teacher a slap…

The leaves of the devil's ivy were a little curled up, like a programmer who had worked overnight. It also made a pretense of having two of its leaves fall. But seeing as it was a young devil's ivy, it remained unclear where exactly on the plant did the fallen leaves come from. It appeared to be very healthy in the flower pot…

"Your devil's ivy is wilting. It's time to replace it." A patient with the appearance of a programmer revealed a bitter face fuelled with resentment as he rolled the wheels of his wheelchair and came into the room. He was just observing the arrangement in the room as if he could just pick up one of the decorations anytime to run rampant on a cockroach.