Yin Shixiu was thrown into the hospital by Su Xiaomeng, and it's been three days.
Except for Xiao Meng visiting him after work every day, he really hasn't had anything else to look forward to.
"Don't drool over my phone, I won't let you use it."
Xiao Anhe, wearing a mask, was using a syringe to draw medicine from a small bottle. He glanced at Yin Shixiu and saw his gaze fixed on the pocket of Xiao Anhe's white coat, and hurriedly said something to interrupt his wishful thinking.
Yin Shixiu turned his head painfully, his eyes filled with sorrow...
Xiao Anhe glanced at him again, laughed while rolling up his sleeve,
"Your wife leaving you here is the wisest decision. Look, your complexion is clearly better than it was a few days ago!"
Yin Shixiu didn't make a sound.
No phone, no computer...
Except for when Su Xiaomeng comes over and tells him a bit about current events, and even then it's just trivial stuff.
The things he truly cares about, Su Xiaomeng doesn't mention at all.
