The man glanced at the girl, then shifted his gaze to the young man on the hospital bed.
"What's wrong with him?"
Girl:...
She felt as if she'd thrown a punch into a pile of cotton. The frustration was suffocating.
This self-important bastard never listened to a word she said!
He did this every time!
Did her words not deserve an answer?!
He wouldn't answer her, yet he expected her to answer him?
"...He's sick."
The girl muttered reluctantly.
In the end, she still had a tiny bit of hope in this man's confidence.
Nothing mattered more than A Nan.
The man looked at the girl as if she were an idiot.
"Why would he be in the hospital if he wasn't sick?"
Of course he knew the guy was sick.
"I'm not like you."
"I'm not an idiot."
So stop saying useless things.
Girl:...
She'd lost count of how many times he'd left her speechless.
She took a deep breath.
Her tone was stiff. "The hospital can't figure out what's wrong with A Nan."
"A Nan's had a lot of tests."
"But the reports haven't shown anything."
"There's nothing seriously wrong with A Nan."
"But his body keeps getting weaker by the day."
"And he's sleeping more and more."
"It's strange."
As she spoke about A Nan's condition, the hardness in the girl's voice melted away, replaced by deep worry.
The girl clenched her hands.
"The hospital thinks A Nan has some rare, complicated illness. They need more time to study it before they can determine the cause."
Study it, study it...
Every time she asked the doctors about A Nan's treatment plan, they said they were still looking into it.
She'd even raised her voice at the doctors over it.
She knew that wasn't right.