"One week."
Gently answering, Glenn Hutchinson had already poured warm water for her.
Flossie Wright frowned, trying to get up from the bed, but Glenn Hutchinson quickly pressed her shoulder, "Don't move."
Flossie's eyes flickered slightly.
Glenn sat by the bed, lifted her head, and slowly fed her the warm water.
Meanwhile, Flossie took the chance to assess her own condition.
Her body could barely move, except for her head; her whole body was wrapped like a mummy, she could feel pain, especially in those infected, inflamed areas that hadn't healed, the pain was severe.
"When can I be discharged?"
After drinking the water, Flossie immediately asked.
After thinking for a moment, Glenn replied helplessly, "About half a month."
Just waking up and already thinking about discharge, that was typical of Flossie Wright.
