Southern City Hospital, special care ward.
Thanks to Murong Qian's extra attention and covering of the hospital fees and surgical attire, Jing Wuming was transferred here.
At this time, this guy's complexion was much better than a few days ago. Murong Qian even found a caregiver for him to look after his daily needs, helping him recover faster and better.
Right now, Jing Wuming had just finished eating the strawberries washed by the caregiver, and was lying on the bed doing sit-ups with his hands behind his head.
Suddenly, the door of the ward was pushed open, and Jiang Feng walked in.
Jing Wuming immediately lay down, staring at the ceiling in a daze, the whole person returning to a state of despair, like a living dead.
"Recovering well."
Jiang Feng closed the door and casually sat down by the bed.
"That beautiful doctor really cares about you. She handled what you asked without any discount, truly treating me as your friend."
