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"So, this is why I spent an entire night lying on such a hard bed?" Luo Qianqian woke up with a sore back and aching waist. The infirmary bed was even worse than her own, with its thin mattress; it was really uncomfortable to sleep on.
"Are you sure you're worried about the right thing?" Qin Nuan was speechless. She too had dozed off for a while on another bed, but it was so hard that she got up early.
Early in the morning, Fang Rou had already left, and Luo Qianqian's IV had been removed.
"Yeah, I know, the money was poisoned, but it's still money." Luo Qianqian spoke nonchalantly, her face showing not a hint of fear.
No, her illness this time mustn't have been because of the money, for she had already been a bit excited when handling the cash, just assuming it was the thrill of seeing money.
