Mr. Lu had slept well last night, so he felt spirited and was in a fairly good mood that morning. The attending doctor mentioned that the fever had subsided, but suggested he stay in the hospital a few more days. There were a few slightly abnormal data in the blood test results that needed to be observed. Additionally, Mr. Lu had not completely recovered from his cold and still required three IV bags a day.
Thus, the matter of his discharge was temporarily shelved.
"Mr. Lu."
"Mm."
Lu Xinglan was working on his computer, wearing the standard hospital attire. Perhaps because he had straightened every crease on his clothes or buttoned up too neatly, he had a very serious demeanor—almost like an old cadre.
The contrast was stark between when he was alert and when he was sleepy.
Chen Xiangtai stood beside him, "May I ask you a few questions?"
With his right hand on the IV, Lu Xinglan's slender fingers moved across the keyboard, "Ask."
"Where do you live?"
He looked up.
