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“Hey, your stuff!” the young nurse called out when she saw the person not going in and just walking away after putting down the items.
But by the ti she called out, Rong Yan had already walked away, out of earshot.
“Why buy sothing and not go in, strange.” The nurse shrugged her nose, watching her disappear around the corridor corner, her gaze returning with perplexity.
Looking at the gifts at the door, she smacked her lips and muttered to herself as she picked up the items, “Well, I’ll just tell the patient inside later.”
She had just opened the door when soone inside was also opening the door, ready to co out.
The person who ca out was so stunningly beautiful that it caught her eye and she couldn’t help but take a second look. Just as she began to recognize the familiar face, they shot her a condescending glance, full of arrogance and impatience, before putting on a mask and brushing past her.
Shoot, what’s with the attitude!
The nurse, having been inexplicably glared at, frowned unhappily.
All of a sudden, a na flashed through her mind.
Rong Weiwei!
Wasn’t that the female celebrity?
Oh, she wondered why she felt that the face was familiar as she looked more and more, having seen it sowhere before it was a celebrity!
However, in person, she wasn’t as pretty as she appeared on TV. Her skin wasn’t in great condition, heavily reliant on makeup to conceal the tone, probably even more diocre without. She wasn’t even as good-looking as the girl she saw earlier at the door. Although that girl’s face was obscured by a cap, her exposed chin had skin that was clearly smooth and fair, a whole level better in complexion!
Tsk, it’s just celebrity pride, I guess!
The nurse sighed and then pushed open the door to the ward, carrying the items in.
“Mrs. Rong, hello, I’m here to do a routine blood pressure check for you.”
The delicate lady lying in the hospital bed was just in her early forties, her well-maintained face still hinted at her youthful beauty. She didn’t look ill, just a bit pale.
Hearing this, she reacted just like Rong Weiwei, sparing the nurse a faint glance and lazily acknowledged with a grunt, indicating she understood.
Knowing her status, the nurse placed the items she brought from the door on the table, saying, “Just now a young lady ca to visit you, but seeing you had visitors, she left the gift at the door and left. I brought it in for her.”
Jiang iqi furrowed her brows.
What young lady?
The nurse briefly explained the origins of the items she brought in, then took out the sphygmomanoter, wrapping it around her wrist, and after a quick check of her blood pressure, gathered her equipnt and said, “Mrs. Rong, your blood pressure and pulse are a bit high right now; you need to rest well. I won’t disturb you further. I will take this data to your attending physician.”
“Hmm.”
“Then, Mrs. Rong, have a good rest!”
With her belongings in hand, the nurse left the ward, thoughtfully closing the ward’s door behind her.
After people left, Jiang iqi opened the gift bag on her bedside table with a puzzled face, took out the bird’s nest, and frowned even more deeply.
Not many people knew about her hospitalization this ti; who would bring gifts and not co in?
Just as she was wondering, the door to the sickroom opened once again. This ti it was neither Rong Weiwei nor a dical staff mber, but Old Mada Jiang.
As soon as Old Mada Jiang entered, she saw her leaning against the pillow, looking at sothing, and asked, “What is that? Is it a nourishing gift from Weiwei?”
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