"It's nothing..."
...
...
"Is there anything we've missed, Xiao Huan?"
A few days later, in Jinghe District, inside a ward of Holy Heart Hospital.
Yan Huan took off the hospital gown he had been wearing for the past few days and changed into the proper clothes his mother had brought.
At this moment, he was already out of bed, moving his body, which had become incredibly strong once again, and he smiled,
"Nothing, mom."
"That's good then..."
Wang Yulu packed up the belongings they had in the ward one by one, then turned to look at Yan Huan.
Seeing him move around like he had ADHD, making foolish moves like shooting a basket, Wang Yulu raised her eyebrows and gently patted his shoulder,
"Just recovered! Don't move around!"
"Didn't the doctor say I'm fine?"
"That's what they said..."
Speaking of this, Wang Yulu was a bit puzzled too.
Originally, the doctor said that given the car accident, her son would need to rest for at least a few months.
