cw: mentions of r*pe and abuse
After taking care of the payment and collecting the prescribed medicines, He Juan returned to the VIP room to find Jia Molei staring blankly at the ceiling.
"You're awake?" he asked, already feeling exhausted from listening to the doctor's angry rant and enduring the strange looks from the nurses. He had been waiting for Jia Molei to regain consciousness for so long that he couldn't even make it home in time to have dinner with Mu Yuze.
Tossing the bag of medicines on the nightstand, he dragged a chair and sat down beside the bed. "So are you going to talk? Or should I try to guess and see if I get them right?"
Jia Molei closed his eyes shut and turned his head away from He Juan, pretending to be an ostrich. "Fuck, are you really going to—"
