"Don't get me wrong, I have no intention of showing goodwill. It's just that it's rare for us to be in the same ward. You haven't eaten anything these two days. Drink warm milk to warm your stomach." Jiang Ruolan didn't wait for her to take it. She placed the glass on the table next to Zhou Shufen and left after saying her piece.
Jiang Ruolan leaned against the head of the bed and finished reading the newspaper. As she looked up, she saw that Zhou Shufen hadn't yet touched the glass of milk.
She sighed in her heart. Those who had very high pride will not accept the good intentions of a person.
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In the past two days, Zhan An had often been going back and forth to the hospital, taking care of her. Jiang Ruolan felt sorry for her and told her to go back to Xian Residence for rest. She was fine after all, and she could observe her condition by herself.
Zhan An reluctantly agreed and didn't come back again, including Old Man Xian and Nanny Cheng.
