What If It Gets Infected?

Fang Tongtong looked at the expression on Shen Zhilie's face and knew the answer.

She squeezed her eyes shut and clasped her hands together in front as she earnestly said, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't do it on purpose, Old Shen! I had no idea that you were on the phone. The person on the line… Was it Ye Qianqian?"

Shen Zhilie's expression looked hostile. He didn't reply to her question but said instead, "I think it's better if you stop coming. My injury has improved a lot, and I'll be able to be discharged from the hospital in a few days. I don't need you to take care of me anymore."

Fang Tongtong's heart skipped a beat, "No way! That's not going to happen!"

Shen Zhilie frowned when he heard that. "I can now get up on my own and have no problems eating or going to the bathroom. I don't need anyone to take care of me any longer."