"You are..."
The doctor who checked her foot last night, she momentarily forgot his name again.
"Xiang Yiqing." Xiang Yiqing walked into the room and raised an eyebrow at Ji Anning, "We just met last night, haven't you forgotten me already?"
His confident tone made Ji Anning embarrassed, "Doctor Xiang."
She nodded to Xiang Yiqing, her gaze involuntarily drifting back toward the door.
Guessing what she was looking for, Xiang Yiqing walked up to the edge of the bed, pinched the infusion tube, and said, "Chicheng had to step out for a bit. I made some porridge, it's really fragrant—I just had some. Do you want some now?"
"Thank you, I'm not hungry."
Without any appetite, Ji Anning shook her head.
Then her gaze swept around the room again—the south-facing window bathed in sunlight, it must be the master bedroom, and this decor style... could this be his room?
Ji Anning thought internally, her heart slightly stirred with excitement.