Wen Wanzhi lay in the unfamiliar hospital room, unable to sleep.
Lakefront Private Hospital was not located in a bustling area, and it was even more quiet at night.
Outside the window was a vantage point that overlooked the entire lake.
Moonlight sprinkled on the shimmering surface of the water, and if one listened carefully, they could also hear the sound of the wind rustling through the grass and trees.
It indeed was a great place for recovery.
But Wen Wanzhi could not sleep.
Her right eye kept twitching uncontrollably.
It wasn't until the sound of a car and a door closing echoed from the entrance of the private hospital's cottage that Wen Wanzhi's heart jumped to her throat.
Who else could it be coming here so late, if not Bao Yancheng?
The night had grown deep, and the medical team had already retired to rest in the auxiliary building.
Cao Qing, exhausted from the day, had already been sent home by her.