Fan Mei Nan looked up, her face filled with astonishment when she saw Zhang Heng standing before her.
"How are you here?!"
"I went to your hospital room earlier and found you weren't there," Zhang Heng said. He took a bottle of Coke Zero from a nearby shelf as well, went to the counter to scan and pay for it, then returned. "Since I entered through the hospital's front entrance, I came out the back to look around."
"I'm not asking how you found this convenience store. How did you know I was here?"
However, Zhang Heng did not answer that question. He opened the Coke and took a sip, then pulled out the chair beside Fan Mei Nan and sat down, looking into her eyes. "How serious is it?"
"How serious is what?" Fan Mei Nan looked somewhat guilty. "I just came in for a minor surgery. I didn't want everyone to know about it. Especially when I think about how I might have to put up with your fake concern afterward—it makes me even more uncomfortable."
"You've been sick for a long time, haven't you? The second time we met, when we were hiding from Zhavielcha, I carried you and ran for a while. I noticed then that you weighed far less than an ordinary person. That's also why you usually liked wearing loose clothing. Later, when we were saving Han Lu, you needed to use telepathy to find your sister. You took off your top in the bathroom, and I noticed that your body really was much smaller and thinner than normal. And when we last met at McDonald's, your complexion was terrible. Your condition must have worsened again. You had a bandage on the back of your hand because you didn't want me to notice the