After Cathy returned to the room, she saw Julian sitting at the table lost in thought. She walked over and sat across from him, pushing the hot soup towards him. "Drink it. It'll warm you up."
Julian glanced at the soup and pushed it away with disgust, clearly dismissing it.
Cathy looked at him and pushed it back, saying angrily, "Drink it. I don't want to take care of a patient. If you catch a cold, I won't be able to carry you."
Julian's voice turned cold, "I don't need you to carry me."
Cathy stared at him and noticed that his face was genuinely pale. She realized that his sensitivity to the cold might be more serious than she thought. Softening her tone, she asked, "You carried me for 20 miles, and now I have nothing to repay you with. How about I feed you? Consider it my way of th
