The three people turned around and looked at him together, not understanding what he meant.
The Bald Man laughed, "We've already bought milk and fruit, do you expect us to take you out for a drink?"
The sullen-faced guy had no intention of joking with them. He said to the three people, "Call my subordinate, I want to leave the hospital."
The Fatty hesitated on the side: "If you want to leave, it's not difficult; we can take you away, but your body—"
The sullen-faced guy threw off the blanket with a forceful motion and struggled to sit up: "I'm fine, good here I'm anxious."
"Anxious? Do you have something else to do? If you trust us, you can let us handle it for you." Old Hill played the nice guy, but he knew in his heart that none of them would ever trust any of their matters to any one of them.
However, to his surprise, this time the sullen-faced guy readily agreed.
