Discharged from the hospital

Time flows like warm water through your fingers, and a day quietly passes by in a series of heartwarming moments.

Beside the hospital bed, Aemeath sat quietly in a soft chair, holding a small fruit knife in her hand.

A plump, red apple twirled deftly between her fingers, its peel forming a long, thin circle without breaking.

Lu Yan leaned against the rocking hospital bed, not looking at the scenery outside the window, but instead staring unabashedly at Aemeath.

He looked at her long pink hair styled into a classic high ponytail, and at her pink lips slightly pursed as she focused on her task.

"Alright!" Aemeath cheered lightly, cutting the peeled apple into even pieces, and carefully cutting two tiny ears on the edge of each piece to make them into cute little rabbit shapes.

She used a toothpick to pick up a piece of apple with a rabbit design and carefully offered it to Lu Yan's lips.

"Ah~" Aemeath, drawing out the last syllable as if coaxing a child, her face full of tenderness.

Lu Yan opened his mouth and bit into the apple.

The flesh was crisp and juicy, and the sweet taste instantly filled his mouth, but Lu Yan felt that even the sweetest apple could not compare to one ten-thousandth of the Aemeath in front of him.

As he chewed, Lu Yan silently sensed the changes within his body.

At this moment, Aemeath's Frequency was like that of a tireless bee, frantically repairing his damaged subcutaneous tissue.

He could feel that the wounds that used to cause excruciating pain with the slightest movement now only had a slight tingling sensation, a sign that new flesh was growing rapidly.

If yesterday he only felt he wouldn't die, today he feels his physical condition is even stronger than before he was injured.

Lu Yan swallowed the apple in his mouth and watched as Aemeath picked up another piece to hand over. He gently lifted the hand that had been partially unwrapped from the thick gauze, leaving only a thin layer of bandage, and grasped Aemeath's wrist.

"Aemeath." Lu Yan's voice had completely returned to its former clear and gentle tone, without any hoarseness.

"What's wrong? Is the apple a little cold?"

Aemeath immediately tensed up and tried to pull her hand back.

No, the apples are very sweet.

Lu Yan's expression turned serious. "However, I feel my condition has completely stabilized. We should be discharged."

Aemeath paused for a moment, then her brows furrowed slightly, her expression carrying a hint of disapproval and coquettish reproach:

"No, A-Yan, you've only been awake for a little over a day! The doctor said during rounds that with all these subcutaneous lacerations, you need to rest and be observed in the hospital for at least half a month."

"How can you be discharged now? What if you suffer any long-term effects?"

Lu Yan chuckled softly as he looked at her, as if she wanted to protect him like a national treasure.

He lowered his voice slightly and explained to her, "Didn't you ask me yesterday why my body recovered so quickly?"

"Actually, as I regained consciousness, that Frequency that belongs to you has been repairing my body."

Lu Yan looked at her intently. "My recovery speed is terrifying. Those wounds from yesterday should have already scabbed over or even started to fall off by today."

"If I stay in this hospital for a few more days, when the doctor takes off the bandages to change my dressing, they'll find that a person who was on the verge of death hasn't even had a scar left in less than a week..."

Lu Yan shrugged helplessly. "At that time, you might have to go to some top-secret laboratory to visit your boyfriend."

"At this recovery speed, they'll definitely think I'm an alien and arrest me."

When Aemeath heard that she would be arrested, her beautiful eyes widened suddenly, and she gasped.

She knew all too well what a human with extraordinary healing abilities meant within this planet's medical system.

If Lu Yan and her secret are exposed, their hard-won peaceful life will be shattered.

"Then... what should we do?" Aemeath panicked instantly, almost dropping the fruit plate in her hands.

Should we hide now?

"We still need to..." Her eyes turned dangerous.

"No need to exaggerate." Lu Yan patted her hand reassuringly.

"The bandages on my skin are still on, and the monitors only show stable vital signs. Go to the nurses' station and call my attending physician in a bit."

"Just tell them that I'm not feeling well and can't sleep in the hospital environment. Now that my vital signs are stable, we'd like to switch to home care."

"Be firm in your stance, and the attending physician will agree."

Aemeath took a deep breath, her expression returning to normal, and immediately understood Lu Yan's intention.

She nodded emphatically, placed the fruit plate on the bedside table, and her eyes rekindled with determination.

"Okay, leave it to me. I'll go right now!"

After saying that, Aemeath turned around and quickly walked out of the ward.

A dozen minutes later, the door to the ward was pushed open.

Aemeath walked in with Lu Yan's attending physician and a nurse.

Doctor Yu held a thick stack of medical records in her hand, her brows slightly furrowed, clearly puzzled by the patient's family's sudden request for discharge.

"Miss Ai, I must remind you again."

Doctor Yu walked to the bedside, gesturing for the nurse to check the data on the monitor, and then spoke seriously to Aemeath.

"When Mr. Lu was brought in, he had unexplained tears in multiple tissues throughout his body."

"Although he has performed a miracle by waking up in such a short time and his vital signs have incredibly stabilized, his internal injuries will definitely not heal in just a day or two."

"Discharge now; the risks are too great."

Aemeath stood by the hospital bed, her hands folded in front of her, perfectly playing the role of a family member who deeply loves her boyfriend and feels sorry for him suffering in the hospital.

"Doctor Yu, I understand your concerns, and I am truly grateful for your tireless efforts in saving my life during this time."

Aemeath's voice was very soft, carrying just the right amount of weariness and pleading.

"But... A-Yan is a bit sensitive to sleeping in unfamiliar beds, and the smell of disinfectant in the hospital has been making him very anxious. He barely slept a wink last night."

"Doctor, a patient's mood is also very important for their recovery, isn't it?"

Lu Yan leaned against the headboard obediently, coughed twice at the right moment, and frowned slightly, pretending to be weak and listless, even though his vital signs were stable.

Doctor Yu looked at the textbook-perfectly healthy and stable heart rate and blood pressure data on the various monitors, and then at the young man on the bed who, apart from being slightly pale, showed no signs of being on the verge of death. She was secretly puzzled.

In her more than ten years of medical practice, this was the first time she had ever seen a patient with such a strong self-healing ability.

"But there are issues with changing the dressing and the risk of wound infection..." The female doctor persisted in her last efforts.

Aemeath immediately replied, her tone incredibly firm. "Don't worry! I've already contacted a professional private care team, and I've prepared sterile-level treatment facilities at home. Money is the last thing I'm short of!"

"I will stay by his side 24/7, and I will never let him be at any risk of infection."

"If anything goes wrong, make sure an ambulance brings him back immediately!"

Doctor Yu looked at Aemeath's eyes, which were bloodshot from days of staying up late but still shone with unwavering determination, and then at Lu Yan's expression, which seemed to suggest he could only survive at home. In the end, she could only sigh helplessly.

She knew that psychological factors could indeed affect physical recovery.

Since all the hard indicators have passed the danger period, forcing patients to stay in the hospital is indeed not in line with the principle of humane management.

"Alright, since your family insists, and Mr. Lu's current vital signs are indeed more stable than I've ever known in medicine..." The female doctor pushed up her glasses and conceded.

She turned and took the medical record folder from the nurse, pulled out a pen, and while quickly writing down the doctor's orders, solemnly instructed:

"Going back is fine, but you absolutely cannot let your guard down. Absolute bed rest is necessary, and any strenuous exercise is strictly prohibited."

She stopped writing, looked up, and stared sharply at Aemeath, emphasizing, "The most important point is that although the surface of his deep lacerations has scabbed over, they are extremely prone to reopening."

"Until it is completely healed, the wound absolutely, positively must not get wet! Do not take a bath, and even when wiping your body, avoid the wound area and keep it absolutely dry! If it becomes inflamed and infected, the consequences could be dire!"

"I'll remember that! I absolutely won't let him get a single drop of water on him!"

Aemeath nodded repeatedly as if she had found a treasure. When she heard the words "cannot get it wet," a fleeting, secret light flashed in her lowered eyes, unnoticed by anyone else.

Since she can't bathe herself, she'll have to do it for her.

The female doctor handed Aemeath a long list of prescriptions for anti-inflammatory drugs and tissue growth promoters, along with her discharge certificate.

"Take your medication on time. If you experience any signs of fever or bleeding from your wound, return for a follow-up appointment immediately."

"Thank you, doctor! Thank you so much!" Aemeath took the papers and thanked the doctor and nurse repeatedly.