In one sentence, their relationship was defined as between a superior and a subordinate, and it was her responsibility to take care of him.
Sang Minglang looked at her somewhat helplessly, "You're really…"
'You're really thick-skinned.'
He seemed to have given up on communicating with Zhang Xue. He lay there quietly for a while and reached out to press the call bell.
After coming out of the Emergency Room, Sang Minglang had an IV attached to him with several IV bags.
He seemed to be in a hurry. However, he was wrapped up like a dumpling right now. He tried his best to lift his arms, but he couldn't. Only then did he remember that his arms were fractured and he could not move at all.
He wanted to endure it, but he really couldn't. He could only say in a tense voice, "Then I'll have to trouble my secretary to call the nurse for me."
"Do you want to go to the toilet?"
