Huo Beiheng's face darkened and his eyebrows were cold and solemn. "Do you think you have less work? Let him be completely unemployed.

"Yes." The cold has gone down.

Yongyu smiled silently and said in a light tone: "Didn't I take care of Xiaoguan? It's better than you always do her harm."

Huo Bei-chen, with a heavy face, was too lazy to talk to him and went straight to the ward.

"What are you doing?" Rong Yu saw that he was going to enter the ward, as if he were taking care of food, frowning and blocking.

"What do I need to tell you?"

"Patients need rest. Do you want...