Zhou Tuchi looked at her.
An Ran was also in this hospital, and it was not difficult to guess what An Zhiyi was thinking. As soon as he left the ward, An Zhiyi would appear in An Ran's ward the next second.
But An Zhiyi was like this. If he refused, he would probably cause trouble again.
"Stay in the ward." Zhou Muchi told her, although such instructions were almost useless.
An Zhiyi would always agree well, and then run out and do mischief.
Watching him leave, the next second, An Zhiyi put on disposable slippers and went to the respiratory department.
An Ran had a fever, and her inpatient ward, An Zhiyi, knew all about it. The VIP ward was almost exclusive to An Ran.
An Zhiyi stood at the door of the ward and saw Zhou Ji sitting next to An Ran's bed peeling apples through the glass, and couldn't help but sneered.
Yesterday, she peeled oranges and now she peeled apples. Does An Ran like fruits so much?
"Zhizhi, why are you here?"
Someone saw her behind her. When An Zhiyi heard a familiar voice, a smile immediately appeared on her face. She turned around and said, "Mom, I came to see Ran Ran after my birthday party."
An's mother was carrying a lunch box in her hand. She must have made soup from home and brought it back to An Ran to replenish her body.
She held An's mother's arm and said coquettishly: "Although I asked Zhou Ji to come and take care of Ran Ran, as an elder sister, how could I not come and take a look?"
"What's wrong with your legs?" An's mother noticed something was wrong when An Zhiyi entered the ward. She frowned and said, "Let mom take a look."
An Zhiyi glanced at An Ran, who was lying on the bed with a pale face, and then at Zhou Ji, who was concentrating on peeling apples, and quickly blocked An's mother's concerned hand.
"Mom, I'm fine. I just accidentally sprained my foot when I came here."
"Sister, why are you so careless? Have you seen a doctor?" An Ran was lying on the hospital bed. After listening to An Zhiyi's words, she knew what was behind her and quickly interrupted: "Is it serious?"
An Zhiyi smiled half-heartedly: "Of course it's not as serious as Ran Ran."
"How did you get hurt?" An's mother gently patted An Zhiyi and scolded: "Let mom take a look!"
An Zhiyi then lifted up a little of her skirt, revealing her red ankles.
She has fair skin, and a little bit of red looks very conspicuous, let alone a whole lot of red.
"It's not that the driver is not here. I was walking in a hurry and didn't pay attention..."
"It's all because of me!" An Ran interrupted An Zhiyi's words with tears, and looked at An's mother with sobs: "I originally wanted Uncle Chen to buy me a gift so that I can give it to my sister when I take her home. I thought it was a birthday gift from me, but I didn’t expect that my sister would not have a car to ride in, and she would even twist her foot!”
An Zhiyi's eyes darkened for a moment, and then she put a smile on her lips: "Then I'm looking forward to Ran Ran's gift."
"Zhizhi." Zhou Ji handed the peeled apple to An Zhiyi, and then smiled slowly: "You two sisters have a really good relationship."
In front of both parents, Zhou Ji acted like her twenty-four filial boyfriend, pretending to be awesome.
An Zhiyi didn't answer: "Let Ranran eat, she is sick."
"An apple. If Ran Ran wants to eat it, I can peel another one."
An Ran looked at Zhou Ji and smiled softly: "Thank you, brother Ji."
An Ran is one year younger than the two of them, but due to poor health, her body is a little thin, and she doesn't look like an adult at all when lying on the bed.
"Xiao Ji can take care of people." An's mother nodded with satisfaction: "Zhi Zhi is a lucky person."
An Zhiyi also smiled: "Indeed."
She spoke sincerely, and for a moment, Zhou Ji couldn't tell whether she was telling the truth or a lie. He was stunned for a moment, glanced at An Zhiyi, and handed the apple to An Ran.
Zhou Ji smiled: "They are all good at knowing and teaching."
