"I'm not staying in the hospital," Fu Cheng stated his demand.
He was willing to go for his physical therapy every day, but he refused to be admitted.
Shen Lu understood. Fu Cheng was probably afraid that if he stayed at the hospital, he wouldn't get to eat the meals that could heal and soothe his Spiritual Sea every day.
It was understandable.
"I'll have Ye Fan take you there every afternoon."
The restaurant was usually closed in the afternoon, so Ye Fan would be free to drive him.
Fu Cheng nodded.
Shen Lu quickened her pace, applying medicinal powder to Fu Cheng's still-healing wounds, wrapping them in gauze, and then helping him into the new loungewear she had bought.
She had bought him two new sets of thicker loungewear—one with blue stripes, the other with gray. The fabric was quite soft and perfect for sleeping in.
After changing Fu Cheng's dressings, Shen Lu emptied the dirty water, grabbed her pajamas, and took a shower.
