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"Are you looking for someone, Brother Qing?"
Xu Xiaoya asked.
Xu Xiaowan took the food from the thermal box and laid it out on the bedside table.
"Not looking for anyone."
"Just asking casually."
Zhou Qing took the chopsticks that Xu Xiaowan handed him, and while eating, pointed at the pile of fresh flowers and gifts in the ward, "Later, give all these things to the medical staff. I reckon more people will come to visit me in the next couple of days, and that will mean another pile of stuff."
"If we keep them here, the ward will feel even smaller."
Xu Xiaoya nodded, then said, "Alright, I'll sort them out and deal with them right away."
Gifts were ranked according to their value.
Some of them were indeed quite expensive.
After organizing everything, Xu Xiaoya set aside the valuable gifts in a cabinet, and then called for the medical staff.