Wen Yi held back her fury because Shen Yu was present, especially since this was his hospital room.
Nevertheless, her expression was still unpleasing as she suppressed her anger and said coldly, "Mo Shichen, get out."
Only when he truly heard her voice did he see everything around him clearly again, and the smell of disinfectant drifted back into his nose. He looked at the woman standing close in front of him, her face full of annoyance, and spoke with a husky voice, "I'm not here for you."
Wen Yi paused for a moment before responding indifferently, "Shen Yu is badly injured. The doctor advised that he needs plenty of rest. You can come back in a few days when he's a bit better."
She didn't quite believe that Mo Shichen had come for Shen Yu, but she said it nonetheless.
Mo Shichen's gaze moved past her shoulder to land on the man lying on the hospital bed, his lips curving into a smile as he said, "Young Master Shen, have you lost the strength to even speak now?"