What Are You Doing Here?

Samuel seemed to have stayed there overnight. His handsome face looked a little haggard, he had dark eyebags, and even his chin was covered with stubble. It seemed that he really loved Zoey. When Samuel saw her, he was obviously on guard. With discontent, he asked, "What are you doing here?" "To visit a patient, of course." Lucille smiled and shook the little fruit basket she had bought downstairs by the roadside. She remembered when she was in the hospital after she nearly drowned. At the time, Zoey had rushed over in a wheelchair just to show off. Now, the tables were turned. Samuel said, "She hasn't woken up yet. She has always been nice to you. Since you're here to visit here, I guess you do have a conscience." Lucille walked in, put down the fruit basket, and slowly stated, "Don't worry. Maybe she will wake up after I come to see her." "It would be good if that was the case." Samuel had a bit of a headache. After sending Zoey to the hospital the day before, she had gotten a full-b