Evening, the second-floor ward of Zhujia Port Clinic!
Lin Jie leaned against the bed, lying on the hospital bed, looking at the patient information on his laptop, which Hu Yuanqing had just sent over, and it was quite urgent.
Lin Miao was half-lying on one side of Lin Jie, leaning against several thick soft pillows, using her right index finger to randomly scribble on his back.
"Brother, my eyes are better, can we go travel?"
"Sure!" Lin Jie replied perfunctorily.
Lin Miao got genuinely interested and shouted, "Brother, where would be nice to play? Is there any place you particularly want to go?"
Lin Jie grabbed Lin Miao's mischievous hand and said, "Don't make trouble, I'm busy! Once your eyes are better, for now, we can only play around Binhai City and its surroundings; we can't go far."
Lin Miao started tapping Lin Jie's leg with her heel and asked, "Why can't we go far?"
