"Zhong Yuan."
"How can I help you?"
Jiang Shuyao looked listlessly at him, "Can I use your phone for a moment?"
"To call Pei Yan?"
"Yes."
Zhong Yuan tilted his chin to signal her, "Take your medicine first, lie down afterward, and think of nothing. I'll call him."
"That won't do." Jiang Shuyao hurriedly got up, inadvertently tugging at her IV and causing her wound to ache miserably, gazing pitifully at Zhong Yuan, "He mustn't know I'm in the hospital."
"How will you explain tonight, then?"
"I'll just say..." Jiang Shuyao paused, momentarily at a loss for a good excuse.
Seeing her distress, Zhong Yuan averted his gaze indifferently and stood by the bedside for two minutes before picking up the phone from the cabinet and walking out without expression.
"Zhong Yuan?"
"Get some rest, I'll be watching outside."
The door opened and then closed, completely isolating her in the small hospital room.
Zhong Yuan didn't say he would call Pei Yan, so he probably wouldn't.
