One day later, it was Friday.
Qin Hao's back injury was quite severe and still a bit painful. The gunshot wounds on his limbs had healed pretty well, at least moving wasn't an issue, though it was a bit inconvenient, still within bearable range.
Lin Yuhan seemed to be extremely busy and hadn't come to the hospital, but even when busy, she'd call around meal times. It seemed like she was telling Qin Hao to eat, but actually, she just wanted to check on his condition.
She cared about Qin Hao but stubbornly didn't admit it, and Qin Hao was helpless.
Today's sun was exceptionally warm; it looked like another sunny day.
In the ward, Qin Hao was having breakfast with Zhao Mengke and Gu Qinyue.
Gu Qinyue ate quite ladylike, while Zhao Mengke, like a foodie, grasped an oil cake with her tiny hand, eating joyfully, looking as adorable as a little kitten.