He gritted his teeth and sat down on the hospital bed without saying a word, but his eyes were cold: "It's okay not to take a shower, but I don't want to take these medicines!"

He had just taken some medicine, which almost sent him away.

When had Ji Changmu ever suffered like this?

Qiao Zhixing glanced at the unpacked medicines on the table and said calmly: "Whether you want to take it or not, I won't force you at all. It's useless for you to get angry with me. I won't bear your fault. By the way,

As your attending doctor, only I have the authority to prescribe medicine to you. Any medicine I prescribe, you'd better take it according to the instructions, otherwise, you will be responsible for the consequences."

Young Qiao Zhixing was leaning against the wall, looking distant and indifferent.

Ji Changmu's eyes turned red.

For a moment, the atmosphere suddenly turned cold. The little nurse was either leaving or not, and was at a loss.

The two men were at war with each other. It was impossible to say that they didn't know each other.

Ji Changmu choked and did not speak for a long time.

Qiao Zhixing shook the handbag in his hand: "Here are a few packs of freshly brewed Chinese medicine. Remember to heat them up and eat them after the meal."

"Qiao Zhixing!"

"Of course, it's up to you whether you like to eat it or not."

Qiao Zhixing put all the medicine on the table and strode out of the ward, too lazy to stay here any longer.

The little nurse took the opportunity to go out.

"Brother, this patient in the ward has such a bad temper. He almost quarreled with me just now and insisted on taking a bath. Thanks to you, little brother, he has stopped making trouble now."

"You can't be polite to this kind of person."

"That's not possible, service comes first."

"Next time if he dares to make any unreasonable demands, just call me."

"My little brother is so kind." The little nurse looked admiringly.

Qiao Zhixing knew that Ji Changmu could not die and the operation was successful, but he couldn't stand Ji Changmu's arrogant and domineering appearance. It was obvious that he had saved him from death twice.

In the ward, the nurse brought dinner to Ji Changmu.

Ji Changmu took two bites and frowned: "What are these? It tastes terrible."

"Sir, these are regular meals in the hospital. You can only eat this."

"Change to something else."

The nurse was very embarrassed: "It can't be changed, sir."

"Is there anything that can't be exchanged? Am I the only one who can eat these?" Ji Changmu's good temper was about to be rubbed away.

Even if the medicine is bitter, I can't even eat the food.

"What's the noise about?" Qiao Zhixing slowly came in carrying his own insulated lunch box and placed the boxes one by one on the table.

His insulated box is filled with meals specially prepared for him by the hospital. They are afraid that he will not be used to it, and they ask him what he wants to eat every day.

Tonight is sweet and sour pork ribs, minced eggplant, pickled fish and wolfberry chicken soup. They are all simple home-cooked dishes, but Qiao Zhixing has not eaten them for a long time.

The nurse was confused: "Doctor, this gentleman said that the food is not to his liking and he would like to change it."

"He can only eat these, whether he likes it or not." Qiao Zhixing ignored Ji Changmu's pretentiousness and said, "Go out first. I'll call you if I need anything."

"OK."

The nurse left the ward, and only Qiao Zhixing and Ji Changmu were left here.

Qiao Zhixing placed the lunch box on the table, sat upright, and started eating in a ceremonial manner.

Ji Changmu's eyes were scarlet. He looked coldly at Qiao Zhixing's deliberately provocative gesture: "Qiao Zhixing, did you do this on purpose?"

"What's the purpose? I don't understand." Qiao Zhixing took a bite of the ribs and said, "Today's ribs are a bit sweet, there is too much sugar."

"You go out to eat!"
Chapter completed!