Jian Anning panicked at this moment and immediately glanced toward the door—no one was coming in, so she let out a sigh of relief, turned around, and glared at Yu Zexiao, "You’re a celebrity, you should be more careful. Just now, those female nurses looked at you like you were a piece of meat, like they wanted to take a bite! What if they had seen you..."
This was a hospital, after all, not a room in a hotel. With that said, Yu Zexiao’s expression turned serious. He said, "Then we’ll wait until after lights out."
The hospital had a rule that after 10 p.m., following the nurses’ last rounds, the lights would be turned off to let patients rest. Yu Zexiao had just had a taste of "meat" yesterday, and today Jian Anning had bought so many little umbrellas, how could he not make good use of them?
Jian Anning’s face turned red, and after thinking for a long time, she finally nodded. Her compliant appearance pleased Yu Zexiao very much.
However, his happiness didn’t last long.
Just as the two of them were about to get cozy, a phone call came in!
She saw the name, Zhao Ziyin, and upon answering, before she could even speak, Zhao Ziyin on the other end quickly blurted out, "Hahaha, Hu Hansan is back! Are you still alive? Hurry up and come greet me!"
Jian Anning was stunned and immediately asked, "You’re in Shangcheng?"
Zhao Ziyin promptly replied, "Yes, oh you have no idea how hard it was for me to get this chance to come out! I painfully gave up the opportunity to host a big gala just to fly to Shangcheng to see you! Where the hell are you, not coming to kneel before me?"
Jian Anning broke into a sweat, Zhao Ziyin was still the same; she only got a few words out and the other side rattled off a long string like a machine gun. She immediately responded, "I’m not in Shangcheng City, I’m at the shooting base in the suburbs. And—"
She glanced at Yu Zexiao, "I’m in the hospital."
"What? You’re in the hospital?" Zhao Ziyin said at once, "You got a cold? A fever? Hit by a car? Got a terminal illness?"
"Hey, can you say something nice!" Jian Anning was speechless, "I took a fall, so I’m hospitalized."
"Oh my god," Zhao Ziyin exclaimed, "You too, can’t you watch where you’re going at your age? Where did you fall? Broke your leg? Or are you limping? Quickly send me your GPS location, I’ll come to see you in no time!"
"No need, right? It’s quite far, and besides, it’s nighttime now, driving over isn’t safe." Jian Anning quickly declined.
"To hell with that, I could only get such a super short work trip this time, I need to roll back to Yancheng first thing tomorrow morning. If I don’t come to see you now, when am I going to see you? Come on, hurry up and tell me your location."
Jian Anning was out of options and told her the address of the hospital. Zhao Ziyin immediately replied, "Alright! You just wait for me to grace you with my presence!"
"—And." Jian Anning quickly added, "When you come, could you bring two sets of clean pajamas, one for men and one for women, and two clean bed sheets. If you can manage, also bring two sets of blankets and pillows."
"To hell with that, where would I have men’s pajamas... wait a minute!" Zhao Ziyin said up to this point, then suddenly paused, and following, exaggerated with a varied intonation, "Why do you need men’s pajamas? Are you hiding a man behind my back?"