"Also, do you know any of her relatives? I've asked her several times, but she didn't reply. Our hospital needs a contact person."
Without any hesitation, Chen Enci said, "Leave it to me."
Unconsciously, Chen Rong raised her hand to stop Chen Enci, but before her fingers could touch Chen Enci's shirtsleeve, she withdrew her hand quietly.
She had tried once to interfere and it had resulted in a great mistake.
Having signed his name and phone number on the form given by the doctor, Chen Enci asked, "May I see her?"
"Yes." The doctor nodded, "I'll go prescribe her medicine now."
"Thank you."
Once the doctor left, Chen Enci pushed the door to the ward open.
Zhou Tong had already changed into a patient gown, lying on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.
She heard someone approaching, but didn't turn her eyes.
Seeing Zhou Tong like this, a feeling of sadness welled up inside Chen Enci.