Discharged

The smell of disinfectant stung his nose. When Li Huowang regained consciousness and came out of the bathroom, he found the other two patients in his ward watching the News Broadcast.

Qing Wanglai, wrapped up like a rice dumpling, and the haggard Yi Donglai turned to look at Li Huowang. Their eyes seemed to ask how he could spend so long in the bathroom.

"..."

Of all people, he had to share a ward with these two.

"If you have no appetite, try some sweet-and-sour fruit," Qing Wanglai said to Yi Donglai.

"As you can see, I can't use my hands or feet right now. Li Huowang, could you peel an apple for us? Half each will do."

"No problem." Li Huowang nodded and took an apple from the fruit basket on Qing Wanglai's bedside cabinet.

Oddly enough, he had enjoyed much more freedom since arriving at this hospital. At least, back in prison or the psychiatric hospital, he would never have been allowed near a fruit knife.

"Your condition has basically stabilized." Yi Donglai studied Li Huowang for a moment. "Looks like the gas explosion didn't affect you too badly."

"Mm. Thanks to your help, Doctor Yi." A few strokes of Li Huowang's knife stripped away the peel, leaving the flesh without the slightest trace of browning. "After I'm discharged this time, do I still have to go to Kangning Psychiatric Hospital?"

Yi Donglai shook his head. "No. You can try living a normal life."

Li Huowang cut the apple in half and handed one piece to Yi Donglai. As for the other... he glanced at Qing Wanglai's bandaged hands. "Want me to feed you?"

"Thanks," Qing Wanglai said.

In the past, Li Huowang would have been thrilled to live a normal life and shed his identity as a