The male doctor didn't know where he had offended this little ancestor, swallowed nervously and didn't dare say anything more. With an awkward laugh, he prepared to leave the ward.
However, Ye Che, who had been sitting quietly on the hospital bed, suddenly grabbed the ashtray beside him and furiously hurled it toward the nurses and doctors at the door, bellowing at the top of his lungs.
"Get out, all of you get out, I want to be discharged, I want out now!"
Zhou Yun didn't understand why Ye Che had suddenly become so enraged. She reached out to grasp his wrist to prevent him from making any big movements that might injure his stomach again.
Zhou Yun pleaded with a pained expression, "Ye Che, don't be willful. You've just woken up, and your body hasn't recovered yet. How can you be discharged? Will you listen to the doctor and stay here for a couple of days? Mom will stay with you, okay?"
