“It’s getting late. You still have to go to work tomorrow, so hurry back and get some rest,” Cui Guiying said gently.
“There’s no rush about school matters. Why don’t I stay here tonight to keep watch? You go back, have a good bath, and get some sleep. Look at you, you’ve become so haggard these days,” Li Weihan replied, concern etched on his face.
“This isn’t appropriate,” Guiying countered.
“Trust me, I can manage,” Weihan insisted.
“What I mean is, my parents haven’t been sleeping well. With your snoring, they might feel even worse,” she explained.
“Oh, it’s because of that,” Weihan nodded awkwardly, realizing the truth in her words.
“Never mind. I’m used to your snoring, and I’d feel odd without it. But my parents are sick. You should go home. They understand your good intentions,” she replied patiently.
“Alright, I’ll head back then. Oh, by the way, I’ll try to invite that old Taoist tomorrow. My colleagues say he’s quite capable, but he’s busy, so it depends on his schedule.”
“Didn’t you mention you’d invite that old Chinese doctor?”
“Of course, we’ll invite everyone we can. Since the hospital hasn’t helped in so long, we should try a few different methods.”
“Fine, I’ll follow your lead.”
Watching her boyfriend leave, Zheng Guiying turned and went back to the ward.