It was probably just over ten minutes before someone returned with stomach-friendly liquid food, just like Fang Weiguo, choosing black rice porridge and tofu pudding, and carrying a dripping black umbrella.
Even with the umbrella, his pant legs and shoes inevitably got wet. Rushing into the infusion hall, he had a look of traveling through wind and rain.
Fang Qing watched quietly, watching him approach.
He put down the umbrella, knowing Qing Gege had one hand inconveniently infused, thoughtfully prepared a thick straw, and took breakfast out of the bag.
"Eat while it's hot."
"Why didn't you return the umbrella?"
Jiang Chen was slightly stunned.
"I forgot."
"No worries, it's a shared umbrella anyway."
The hospital indeed knows how to do business, constantly coming up with ways to increase revenue, but while the hospital can make money, Qing Gege knows how to save it.
"Go return it; no need to waste money for nothing."
