The next day, I lay on the hospital bed.

Qi Jing brought a fruit basket to see me.

His apple peeling skills were good, the apple skin was peeled off intact.

The apple wasn't for me.

He sighed as he held the apple, "What a pity, you're not dead yet."

I replied, "Sorry to disappoint the young master."

"Consider yourself lucky."

I remembered something else, "Will the medical expenses be reimbursed?"

This is a VIP ward.

I can't afford to stay here.

Qi Jing sneered, "Dream on."

At his words, I threw off the blanket and got up.

He was taken aback.

"Where are you going?"

"Home, I'm not a young master."