In order not to disrupt the current mood of that little woman, he had no choice but to swallow his words of explanation, planning to wait for a better opportunity to explain later.
What troubled him even more was the current problem—what excuse to use to approach that little woman.
The little woman had made it clear that if he dared step into her ward again, she'd discharge herself immediately. To avoid hindering her treatment, he grudgingly returned home to catch up on sleep.
No matter how good his health was, long periods without sleep would wear even iron down.
Yet, back at home, he couldn't stop worrying about the woman in the hospital. Did she still have a fever? Was she still feeling unwell? Had the rash gone down?
What angered him even more was that dead woman. Knowing full well she was allergic to seafood, she still ate it and ended up getting herself hospitalized.
