Discharge

The turmoil at Kangning Hospital soon passed.

Qian Fu was locked up, and for some time after that, Li Huowang never found another needle in his food.

But that also invisibly proved that he had been the one putting needles in the meals before.

Eating, taking medicine, watching TV, mutual aid meetings, talk therapy, fresh-air breaks, sleeping—those were practically all the options in a Mental Hospital.

And just like that, two months passed in the blink of an eye. Other than being a little bored, everything was normal.

During that time, his mother and Yang Na both came to visit him. When they learned that he truly had not suffered another episode, they were both delighted.

One morning, Li Huowang sat in the ward, quietly waiting for the instant noodles in the cup beside him to soften.

Naturally, the Mental Hospital did not provide braised beef instant noodles. He had merely mentioned them in passing during Yang Na's last visit.

When she came to visit him the second time, she brought him an entire box.

Just as Li Huowang waited three minutes and lifted the lid, a familiar face appeared in the doorway. "Yi Donglai, you finally came."

"I have a lot on my plate. I'm only your former attending physician, not your personal nanny."

"Besides, Junior Brother Wu and I stay in frequent contact. I'll be kept up to date on any of your circumstances."

"Looks like you've recovered quite well." Yi Donglai sat beside the bed, watching Li Huowang eat instant noodles with a folding fork.

"Not bad. I've been here three months already. I've more or less adjusted to everything I needed to adjust to." Li Huowang took a sip of the broth.

"On the phone before, you sounded pretty anxious. How about now? Not anxious anymore?"