Jian Yu looked at Yu Zhihuan, and then at the soup she handed to him. In the end, he reached out to take it. "Thank you."
"Don't stand on ceremony." Yu Zhihuan had a straightforward personality. There was no trace of coyness between a man and a woman when they were alone because she was magnanimous.
Jian Yu was starving. He finished the soup and the meat inside in one go. Only then did he feel warm and comfortable in his stomach.
"It's delicious." Jian Yu smiled and wiped his mouth.
Seeing this, Yu Zhihuan refilled his soup and asked with concern, "Did the doctor say when you would be discharged?"
Jian Yu was not seriously injured. Xiao Zhen was not around now. If he was, he would long have been alive and kicking.
"The doctor said that I'm fine. They mainly need to observe my brain as I might have a slight concussion, but it's fine," Jian Yu said truthfully.
