He scratched the back of his head, and after the three people in front entered the ward, he pulled Duan Xi aside: "How about it, Xi Ge, you punch me too?"
Duan Xi glanced at him, his eyes cold.
"Lu Zishu, what are you up to again?" Inside the ward, Zhao Li lay down, not seeing Lu Zishu and Duan Xi come in, thinking he was messing around again, she raised her head and shouted toward the door.
Lu Zishu heard her and had to respond first, then said to Duan Xi: "I'll owe you this punch, you can return it whenever you want in the future." After speaking, he hurried into the ward, his steps quick, a bit afraid that Duan Xi might say something cold.
In the ward, Zhao Li was half-reclining on the bed. After receiving news, Lu Zhiwei, who was discussing the condition with the doctor, ran back quickly, followed closely by the doctor.
After a series of examinations, the doctor finally determined that Zhao Li had indeed recovered, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
