「Two days later,」Zhang Hongjie was finally discharged from the hospital to recuperate at home.
Xue Xingzhou carried him to the bed and helped him lean against the headboard.
"It's still more comfortable at home. If the doctor hadn't forbidden me from moving, I would've wanted to come back ages ago."
Huang Ying said irritably, "Oh, listen to you. If you're so capable, why did you need Xue Xingzhou to carry you? Get down and walk yourself if you've got the guts."
Zhang Hongjie looked at Xue Xingzhou and saw the hint of a smile in his eyes.
"I've really been a bother to you all. Xue Xingzhou, this has been hard on you."
"It's no trouble at all. Please, rest well. You'll be better in no time."
Zhang Hongjie nodded.
Zhang Hui, who had been by the door, had already been pulled back into their room by Zhao Yunyun. Zhang Qian shot a glance in their direction and entered the room.
