Shen Lu didn't know what happened last night. When she woke up, Fu Cheng was already up and had brought breakfast.
"Go wash up and eat," Fu Cheng said, placing the breakfast on the table. "Though, it might not be to your liking."
"It's fine. I have pickled vegetables. I can get anything down, no matter how bad it tastes."
She had dozens of jars of pickled vegetables she'd accumulated in her System Warehouse.
Shen Lu took out some spicy cabbage and chopped it up to eat.
The nurse had instructed Fu Cheng not to eat, so Shen Lu had breakfast alone.
Not long after she finished eating, the nurse and doctor came in.
After he was admitted yesterday, the hospital had run a series of pre-operative tests. The results were back now, and Fu Cheng's physical condition was excellent. The surgery could be scheduled for the morning.
When it was time to sign the surgical consent form, Shen Lu's face was full of hesitation, but Fu Cheng signed it without a second thought.
