"Are you bored?" Xia Qingyi asked.
"Still okay."
"I'm going to take you for a spin, sit on the wheelchair and I'll push you outside for some fresh air."
"It's you who wants to go out, isn't it?" Mo Han said.
Xia Qingyi froze for a moment, and then nodded her head. "The hospital smell doesn't smell good, I don't like it."
Mo Han glanced at her, peeled away the blanket and moved to get out of bed. "Let's go."
"I'll go and get the wheelchair," Xia Qingyi stood up.
Mo Han stopped her. "No, I'm fine, I didn't injure my leg."
His stomach no longer hurt and he only felt a little tired, so he kept sitting on the bed to rest. Mo Han stood up and looked outside the window only to realize that it was windy outside and that it seemed to be pretty cold, so he took his coat placed at his bedside, wore it outside his hospital gown and said to Xia Qingyi, "It's cold outside, wear more clothes."
