C417 Dead as a Doornail

After two or three days of peace, Xia Yunsheng put Su Mu down from the operating table with a thermal insulation box in his hand. He casually took off his gloves and glanced at the other party, "Are you hungry?"

Su Mu did not say anything. He quietly buttoned up his white coat and opened the thermal container. The fragrance of the chicken noodle soup instantly entered his nose