In Hengcheng, the ward of the First Hospital, Zhao Bin was dressed like a mummy, with bandages on his arms and legs, and gauze on his face, which made him look very funny.

"You get well first." Zhou Mei looked at Zhao Bin with guilt in her eyes. After all, she arranged to go to Xiangjiang this time. Now that Zhao Bin has done this, she is somewhat sorry.

"There's no way to cure a bad wound. Now, I guess it's hard to go to the toilet." Zhao Bin grinned bitterly. His words were full of resentment. This action was too hasty.

"Don't worry about going to the bathroom with...