Shen Mohan's intensive care unit was not as important as the one he had been in the past few days. On the contrary, it was much larger and much more spacious.
Shen Mohan, who had already woken up, was leaning on the bed. His head was still wrapped in gauze and he was still in the shape of the mummy.
But he was talking to Gu Shuyun, who was surrounding him in bed. His smile was casual and warm. His thin lips moved slightly, and he was still so handsome and charming.
Seeing her come in, Gu Wanyun shifted his gaze from Shen Mo Han to Su Ming with an expression of displeasure and disdain. A split second later, he turned to look at Shen Mo Han and looked at his expression.
Suwan didn't dare look at him in the eye, her eyes looking elsewhere. "Are you thirsty? I'm going to get you some water
