The next day, Yang PeiMin woke up early as usual, heated water, prepared breakfast, cleaned up, and got a wheelchair ready to take Shen Yiguang out for a stroll.
Shen Yiguang stopped her, "No need to fuss, I'm going to talk to the doctor later about being discharged."
"How can that be? You're not fully recovered yet." Yang PeiMin disagreed. This is reckless, isn't it? Even if you're sick of staying in the hospital, you need to stay until you're fully recovered. Aren't you an adult? Can't you endure a little?
She felt he couldn't lie around any longer because he wanted to return to the military.
Shen Yiguang made a kicking gesture and laughed, "Don't I know my own body? Don't worry, I'm aware of my condition. Today's your first day of school, I can't not see you off."
Yang PeiMin was startled by his gesture and hurried over to him, "Hey, be careful."
Shen Yiguang pulled her into his arms, his chin resting on the top of her head, his voice rich and gentle, "Don't worry."
