October 6th.
Qin Guanglin, who simply couldn't lie in bed any longer, disregarded He Fang's objections and insisted on getting out of bed to complete his hospital discharge.
"Anywhere can do a dressing change. Lying here, I'm practically growing fur. Let's go back. It's not good for you to take leave from work as soon as you start. You should go back to teaching your students. I think taking a couple of days off at home to recuperate will be just fine."
"Okay, okay, wait a moment."
He Fang noticed he was not in any serious trouble and didn't insist on keeping him hospitalized. Aside from the gauze on his head still looking a bit conspicuous, he indeed seemed quite lively.
With a phone call to He Shan, a black Buick soon stopped at the front door of the hospital. The pair, carrying their bags and the unfinished fruit, settled into the back seat, and the car slowly started again once the doors were closed.