At dusk, Qiao Jing put on her mask after dinner, ready to visit a patient at their home.
She had not yet reached the foyer when Zhan Qipei called out to her.
"Where are you going? I'll come with you."
Zhan Qipei, seeing Qiao Jing getting ready to leave, immediately stood up and approached her, his expression tense:
He was not at all comfortable letting Qiao Jing go out alone at night, especially since the woman was still injured.
In case she encountered trouble outside, Qiao Jing's shoulder hadn't fully healed, and her movements wouldn't be as convenient.
As her husband, he needed to accompany her.
Qiao Jing rolled her eyes, somewhat speechless, and glanced sideways at the clock on the wall.
"I'm going to see a patient, and you want to come too?"
If they left home now, the timing would be just right, but if she chatted with Zhan Qipei here for half a day, it would definitely delay her.
Not wanting to deal with Zhan Qipei, she opened the door.
