The next day.
A little after seven in the morning.
Dong Xuebin woke up in the hospital room. After yawning and stretching, he moved his arms and felt that he had more or less recovered. He took off his hospital gown and changed into his own clothes, completed the discharge procedures as quickly as possible, then left the hospital. After looking up at the window of Geng Yuehua's room, Dong Xuebin hailed a taxi and headed straight for a nearby bank, planning to make a transfer once it opened.
At the same time.
District Second Hospital, High-Level Ward.
Geng Yuehua slowly came to and opened her eyes, looking around.
"Sis, you're awake?" Geng Xinke hurried over to her bedside. "Are you thirsty? Hungry?"
Geng Yuehua slowly waved a hand. "There's still a whole pile of work waiting for you at the Street Office. Don't worry about me. Go handle your business and get the work sorted out!"
Geng Xinke said painfully, "Sis, you're already like this. How could I possibly have the heart to go to work?"
Geng Yuehua glared at her younger brother in disappointment and scolded him, "The organization entrusted you with the overall work of the Street Office because they trust you. No matter what happens, you have to shoulder that responsibility. This is not the time for you to throw in the towel, especially when post-disaster reconstruction is at such a critical stage. So many people are watching Fenzhou City and Nanshan District. How can you not understand something this simple? Look at you! How can I leave without worry? How can I leave our parents in your care without worry?"
Geng Xinke said sorrowfully, "Then don't leave. Just stay alive!"
Geng Yuehua's face darkened as she shouted, "I'll say it one last time! Go back