C575 Conspiracy

In the ward, Zhan Yuanping was lying on his back with his head wrapped in an avalanche. Although it was very fragile, he looked a lot better.

"Be careful, it's hot. You just woke up yesterday and your stomach is still not used to it yet. Drink slowly." Wang Shuhui carried the porridge and blew on it to cool it before feeding it to him.

Zhan Yuanping stared with his eyes wide open