He Is Like a Person Devoid of Worldly Feelings
Editor: Atlas Studios
"Chatting means accompanying me to chat." Shen Qianshu was sick, and she lost the usual gentleness in her voice. Now, her voice was a little hoarse.
"Where are you?" From the phone's camera, the view of the image was not as wide. There were limited beds in the hospital, and many people were being admitted at this time. There were not enough beds for everyone, and thus she sat in the corridor while hanging her IV drip. The background was a clear white wall.
"I'm in the hospital, getting a drip," Shen Qianshu said. "I had a slight fever, but I'm feeling better now."
"Why are you sick?" His voice was cold and hard as if displeased with the flu virus.
"Don't worry, it's just a slight fever. I will be fine after the drip and a night of good sleep."
"Who's worried for you?"