Because the next day was Wednesday, Lu Zhaozhao had a whole day of classes and thus no time to visit the hospital.
Naturally, she didn't know what Song Sinian had arranged for Xia Wenmo.
With Lu Zhaozhao not coming to the hospital, the task of taking care of Xia Wenmo naturally fell on Xia Wenyan's shoulders.
When he arrived at the hospital room and saw two doctors and three nurses sitting there all lined up, he was somewhat flabbergasted.
Xia Wenyan had just approached the door when he was instantly stopped by a nurse, and before he could even speak, a mask was put on his face and a pair of gloves were stuffed into his hands.
"Sir, for the patient's safety, please put on the protective suit and gloves."
"No, I'm perfectly healthy, and has my third brother's condition really worsened to such an exaggerated extent?" Xia Wenyan, holding the protective suit and gloves, stared incredulously at Xia Wenmo from a distance of less than three meters.