Su Ningyan paused for a moment, a bit uneasy, "In-law, I understand how you feel, but health is important. Besides, you don't have to leave the hospital to avoid being a third wheel; there's more than one room in the hospital."
"Yes, Ningyan is right, Zhihe, you should focus on recovering, there's no rush."
Lin Liuliu also agreed, saying it's good that she recovered after all this effort.
This noon, knowing that Feng Zhihe had resolved her inner conflict, she even went to pay respects to her ancestors and informed them about An An's marriage.
As they were advising Feng Zhihe not to rush leaving the hospital, Zuo Mufeng walked in.
Feng Zhihe felt that the doctor's words were the most persuasive.
"President Zhuo, you came in right on time. Here's what I think: I don't want to be a third wheel in the hospital. I know my own body; I'm really fine, and I want to make some delicious food for An An to bring to her tomorrow morning."
