Chapter 1811 Little White, Do You Really Like Me?
- "Well, you're a doctor, so you want me to recover quickly, right, Dr. Bailey? Please, give me a back massage, it's so stiff, I can't sleep..."
- Unable to bear his constant chatter, Shaun walked over with a black line on his face, sat on the edge of the bed, and massaged his back.
- "Can you please be quiet? Which patient acts like you?"