Su Nanzhi had no awareness that she had just insulted someone's intelligence.
She asked, "How do you feel now? If there's nothing wrong, we can be discharged."
Upon hearing this, An Yunhuai initially wanted to say it might not be possible.
He'd been hospitalized for heart attacks many times, and never had he been able to leave shortly afterwards; he was always very weak upon waking up.
But this time he hadn't even opened his mouth to speak before sitting up a bit straighter.
That slight prickling pain after the angina was gone.
Gone?
A flash of joy crossed his face.
"We can, I think we can be discharged," An Yunhuai said with a smile.
Even though weakened by sickness, the strong genetics of an eighteen-year-old boy made his face outstanding, even when pale.
When he smiled, the siblings suddenly looked somewhat alike.
Jiang Beiyu, seeing this scene, also smiled.
