After saying his piece, Lü Boming threw back the covers, got out of bed, and paced back and forth, testing how his body felt.
"Hey, what are you doing!" his wife cried in alarm. "Lie down! You were just seriously injured!"
Lü Boming stretched. "After taking the Zhao family members' medicine, I've pretty much recovered. Mister Qin has given me so much. It's time I got back to working for him."
His wife tugged at the hem of his clothes, her voice anxious. "Mister Qin said he didn't need you to do anything. He told you to rest!"
Lü Boming said, "What do you think Mister Qin went to discuss with Governor Kav? What else in State No. 12 is worth his attention?"
His wife froze for a moment. "You mean Mister Qin went to Governor Kav about the black sweet potatoes?"
"Of course. The black sweet potato feed factory was blown up. Mister Qin must have gone to discuss what to do with Governor Kav."
His wife still refused to let go. "But does it have to be you? You only just escaped death!"
"The few dependable, hardworking subordinates I thought well of in the Agriculture Office died either in the assassination attempt or in the explosion. Who else can help Mister Qin solve his problems besides me? We can't send Governor Kav out into the fields to plant black sweet potatoes, can we?"
At that, his wife finally accepted her husband's explanation and released her grip in a daze.
Lü Boming took off his hospital gown and pulled his work suit out of his Storage Box.
"Doctor, discharge me!"
That evening, Qin Siyang left State No. 12, still deeply moved.
At the State Government offices, he had been discussing planting black sweet potatoes as soon as possible