In the ward, An An hadn't gotten up yet and was still quietly watching him from her side.
She had received a blood transfusion yesterday and already felt much better.
Last night, she had a rare full night's sleep until dawn, and now her spirits were higher.
After a while, under her gaze, Lu Mingfei opened his eyes, "Morning..."
"Good morning, how are you feeling now? If there's any discomfort, you must tell me, don't hide it."
Lu Mingfei slowly sat up from the bed; his waist still hurt when he moved yesterday.
Now, he felt much stronger.
"An An, I feel much better. In a couple of days, my waist should be fine."
An An took his hand and checked his pulse; it was calm and steady.
She nodded, "Your pulse is good, but don't rush to start walking. We've finally reached this stage of recovery, so we need to be careful. I want you fully recovered, without leaving any ailments."
Listening to her words, Lu Mingfei pointed with his finger at her chest area.
"But you're hurt here."
