Chapter 151

"Winson, can you stop talking nonsense in the future?"

"Am I not telling the truth?"

"What's the truth?" I stared at him and said displeased: "I'm telling the truth. If it wasn't for Edward to give you more rest, I wouldn't care about you."

For more than half a month, I raised Winson as a pig.

In addition to eating and occasionally talking about business, he will be allowed to sleep at the rest of the day.

Although the tumor in Winson's brain has not improved, the congestion in his head has been completely eliminated.

Edward took him to do a series of physical examinations. After the report came out, he came to the ward full of family members.

After roughly looking at the report, he said, "Winson is recovering well and can be discharged today."

Hearing this, the corner of my lips, standing beside the bed, slightly raised.

Liberated.

The relatives and friends in the ward are very happy.

Winson looked up at me, feeling a little lost.

"But..." Edward said, making a big turn.