Chapter 1127: I Don't Want to Sleep Alone

“Back already?”

Nan Jiaojiao closed the door and hurried inside, “Why are you lying like that?”

“Xu Shu said I could lie down for a bit, it’s okay.”

She was a doctor herself, how could she not know about such a small matter?

When you care, you tend to overreact.

Nan Jiaojiao placed the food she brought on the bedside table, poured half a bowl of light porridge, added some vegetables on top, and was about to hand it to him.

Bo Yanching reached out to take it, but she pulled it back.

“What’s wrong?”

Nan Jiaojiao pressed her lips together, hesitated for a moment, then said, “I’ll feed you instead.”

Bo Yanching raised an eyebrow, “Do I get this special treatment?”

“Am I usually bad to you?”

As soon as she asked this, she felt embarrassed herself.

Bo Yanching held back a laugh, lifted his hand, “Give it to me, I’ll do it myself.”

“No way, I insist on feeding you!”

Nan Jiaojiao refused to give in, and she really did feed him bite by bite.

Bo Yanching didn’t have much of an appetite, but fortunately, what she brought was to his taste.

Still, he didn’t eat much, and when he pushed the bowl away slightly, Nan Jiaojiao understood.

She packed up the leftovers, separating the dry from the soup, and gave them to Han Chuan to take out and feed the stray cats and dogs.

“By the way,” Nan Jiaojiao stopped him, “you’ve been here the whole time, don’t you need to go back and rest?”

Han Chuan had a room in the adjacent ward.

He didn’t want to occupy resources, so he paid on a daily basis.

As soon as a patient needed it, he’d vacate the room.

However, unlike Bo Yanching’s, it didn’t have a shower, just a restroom.

His basic needs were met, but he couldn’t work in the room, so he took out his laptop and files whenever he had time.

These past few days, the corridor and benches became his temporary office.

“I have rested, slept next door, Miss Nan.

Don’t worry.”

“How about you go home tonight, take a hot shower, and sleep well.”

Nan Jiaojiao’s eyelashes slightly drooped, “I’m here tonight, I’ll take care of it.”

With professional dedication ingrained in his bones, how could Han Chuan leave Third Master?

He was about to politely decline when suddenly his mind sparked, and he realized, “Okay, I’ll pack up and head back tonight.

If there’s any situation with Third Master, please call me.”

Nan Jiaojiao looked up and smiled slightly, “Alright, take your time on the way home.”

Han Chuan packed his things, leaving unimportant stuff in the next ward and taking the important ones with him.

Bo Yanching could support himself with a cane but couldn’t walk much.

When Nan Jiaojiao went out, he went to the bathroom to rinse his mouth and wash his face.

He moved quickly, but before he could lie back in bed, Nan Jiaojiao had returned.

Meeting eyes, he subconsciously gripped the bed’s end railing, “It’s a bit uncomfortable not to wash up before sleeping.”

“Then why didn’t you call me?”

“Just for a moment.”

Nan Jiaojiao wasn’t angry and replied softly with an “mm” sound.

She walked over and helped Bo Yanching back into bed.

He intentionally lay towards the inside, patted the bed’s edge, and looked at her, “Sit?”

After helping him, Nan Jiaojiao sat on the small accompanying bed next to him.

Her posture was particularly obedient.

Both hands propped up, back straightened, shoulders slightly pressed down so she could look at him easily.

She swung her legs, pushed herself off the bed, and sat on his bed, staring at him directly, “Bo Yanching.”

The man’s expression was soft as he gently responded, “Hmm?”

At this moment, even the lamp seemed warm and cozy.

Nan Jiaojiao crossed her legs, scooted closer, resting her knees on his legs, her voice soft and gentle, “I don’t want to sleep alone tonight.”