When Ziqiao returned to the dormitory with malted milk, he had two little followers behind him.
Yating and Yaxin.
Then several people carried nets full of fruits and some jars of supplements and headed to the hospital.
"I... I'm really fine, you guys should just take all this stuff back." She was just pretending to faint, maybe a bit malnourished but not as serious as the doctor said.
How could she feel good about accepting their gifts?
Besides, these are all good things, which ordinary families can't even buy.
"These are actually things we got from Brother Hai, he doesn't need them." Ziqiao laughed carelessly, "If you feel bad about it, just cook us a good meal when you're better."
"Oh, right, Brother Hai also asked to give these tickets to you, so your family can eat at the hospital canteen while you're hospitalized."
