Song Qiao was taken aback, her voice somewhat stunned, "But your gunshot wound hasn't healed yet."
"It's the same if I recuperate at home." The man's handsome and clean features no longer carried the pallor seen before; instead, there was a light smile between his brows and eyes as he directly spoke to Song Qiao, "Moreover, it's more convenient at home, and you won't have to come to the hospital after work. Going home is just as good."
Song Qiao looked at him somewhat strangely but ultimately didn't say anything. After all, Lu Jingchen's attitude had clearly told her that she could go back to work, so she simply responded with a soft "Mm."
In the afternoon, as soon as Mother Chen arrived, she promptly completed the discharge procedures. Sitting in the black Maybach, Song Qiao still made a call to Xi Mohan out of courtesy.
The call connected quickly, Xi Mohan's low and muted voice was heard. Though it was just a simple "hello," it conveyed a deep sense of allure.
