When it came to Xu Zhihao's situation, Xu Nianhua didn't mention it. First of all, she wasn't the gossiping type. Besides, no matter what, Xu Zhihao was still part of the Xu Family.
"I'm getting discharged today. After this, I just need to come in for my injections regularly." Pei Yicheng said flatly, "I already talked to my attending doctor. My injury is healing well enough for now; I don't need to stay in the hospital all the time."
"Really?" Xu Nianhua looked at Pei Yicheng with uncertainty, her expression like she was asking: Did you really talk to the doctor?
His wound—it wasn't clear two days ago—but with so much blood loss, how could just one day in the hospital be enough?
"Of course it's true. You don't trust me?" Pei Yicheng raised an eyebrow.
Xu Nianhua froze for a second, then nodded, "I do, Yicheng. Of course I trust you. I just… isn't it safer in the hospital?"
Just as she finished speaking, Xu Nianhua felt something press lightly on her forehead.
