The sound of the pen scratching "shushushu" on the paper was exceptionally clear in the quiet hospital room.
Even without speaking, even with her eyes closed, Bei Yiyi could feel an intense pressure, her fingertips weakly gripping the sheets. She didn't want to see Wu Yao and planned to "wake" after he had left.
However, Wu Yao was like glued to the chair. Nearly an hour had passed, and he hadn't stood up.
On the contrary, Bei Yiyi, having received quite a few drips, felt her belly swell. She wanted to pee and could no longer hold it in.
"Awake?" Wu Yao saw Bei Yiyi struggling to get out of bed, immediately put the documents he was holding aside, and got up to help her.
Bei Yiyi weakly pushed away his hand and snapped, "Don't touch me!"
"..." Wu Yao was taken aback, his face turning somewhat ugly, "Bei Yiyi, you're a patient now, lie down and don't move around!"
