After saying that, the third child hung up the phone directly.

On the hospital bed, Rong Jincheng was still receiving infusions and had changed his clothes, but his neck was covered with bruises.

The effects of the anesthesia had worn off, and Rong Jincheng had not yet woken up, lying calmly on the bed, motionless.

The patients in the other two beds had already fallen asleep. The third child pulled up the isolation curtain and sat silently next to Rong Jincheng to accompany him.

He rubbed his temples, his eyelids full of haggardness.

He wasn't sure whether the woman would come.

After about half an hour, Han Yurou reached the hospital and she came over.

When she opened the ward door, she was still panting. She couldn't get a taxi along the way. She waited for a long time before a taxi came over, and she ran all the way to the hospital.

Rong Jincheng's hospital bed was by the window, very quiet.

Han Yurou went over and saw Rong Jincheng who was beaten so badly that she almost didn't recognize him.

It was fine in the morning!

"What's wrong?" she asked the man in front of her. She remembered that he and Rong Jincheng were good friends.

"Being beaten is nothing."

"You guys went out to fight again?"

The third child stared at her, suffocating in his heart: "What do you mean we went out to fight again? Didn't you know you saw us going out to fight? Is it fun to spit blood?"

"How can you get beaten if you don't fight? Aren't you guys fighting?"

"Can you, woman, be reasonable? Xiaoliu was beaten, and he did not initiate the fight? Do you understand?!"

"I don't want to reason with you, it's so confusing."

"Oh, of course we are confused. You are a college student and we are rough people. We are not worthy of reasoning with you." Lao San sneered. He couldn't stand these female college students anyway, but he just didn't know what Xiaoliu liked about her.

"I'm not here to argue with you." Han Yurou doesn't like arguing with others, "How is he doing now?"

"That's what you see." The third child said, "I can't take care of people, so you take care of him. He just had an operation and had a few stitches on his body."

"Hire a caregiver for him."

"You are really a young lady. You keep talking about hiring people. How can rough people like us afford to hire people? Didn't you see that Xiaoliu can only stay in this kind of room when he is hospitalized?"

Han Yurou choked on him and was so angry that she couldn't speak.

"I think Xiaoliu likes you very much. I don't know how you feel about him. Anyway, if you like him, take care of him. If you don't like him, stay away so that he won't miss you! Also, don't take care of him.

A man is a spare tire, and no man is willing to be a spare tire. Even if you don't love him, don't hurt him! Xiaoliu is a very good person!" The third child said what he had always wanted to say.

During this period, he saw that Xiao Liu was in a state of disbelief. He was really afraid that he would be hurt by this woman and lose everything in the end.

"What do you mean when you say these words to me? He likes me? How do you see that he likes me? Let me tell you, he doesn't like me, and he can't like me." Han Yurou was taught a lesson for no reason, and she felt in her heart

Holding his breath, he said, "I have never hurt him. Also, if you haven't seen many things, don't make any comments. You won't understand."

"Why don't I understand? I've known Xiao Liu for so long. Don't I know better than you what kind of person he is?!"

"Not necessarily." Han Yurou sneered.
Chapter completed!