Figure Skating: Waltz on Ice

Sure enough, he didn't have many other friends, only teammates.

Seeing that he was in low spirits, Du Langxing frowned and asked with some concern, "How are you today? Is your wound very painful?"

Du Liangchen shook his head, "It's alright, just be careful. It won't hurt if you don't touch it."

It actually hurts a lot, but it's nothing compared to when he was stitched up. He barely slept last night because of the pain, but he's only saying this so Du Langxing won't worry. Telling him won't help his wound heal, and it'll only make him anxious and upset; there's no need for that.

Taking the fruit that Du Langxing had peeled for him, he asked thoughtfully, "When is my mother coming to see me?"

Dulangxing: "..."

He had already called Tian Zhixi at noon today to ask when she would arrive tonight, but she said that her work was still a little lacking.

"Crunch, crunch..." Du Liangchen suppressed the apple in his mouth, noticing his uncle's unsteady gait, and guessed that he probably wouldn't be able to come again.

“Uncle, I asked the doctor today, and he said I can be discharged as long as I come for regular check-ups. You know I have trouble sleeping in different beds, and I haven’t slept well at all late at night, which is affecting my wound healing.”

Du Langxing said excitedly, "I knew you didn't sleep a wink last night. How about it, did you catch up on your sleep during the day?"

"No, I'm so tired and sleepy right now, but this noisy environment makes it impossible for me to fall asleep," Du Liangchen said, feeling wronged and pained. "I think I'll be ruined before my wounds even heal."

“I know you’re feeling really bad. I’ll ask the doctor for their opinion tomorrow before making a decision.”

Hearing that his uncle's attitude had softened, Du Liangchen secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The next morning, Du Liangchen was awakened by noises in the corridor outside. He kicked the covers off irritably.

He opened his eyes impatiently, glanced at his phone and saw it was only five o'clock. He had fallen asleep around three o'clock last night.

That means he only slept for less than two hours!

Prolonged sleep deprivation made his face look sour.

"No, I have to be discharged today, no matter what."

If he keeps enduring this, he might never have to leave the hospital.

Yesterday, Du Liangchen told Du Langxing to go back. He had found an empty bed earlier, but a patient checked in at noon and there was nowhere for him to sleep at night.

I ordered a bowl of porridge by phone, and after he finished eating, a nurse came to give him an injection and apply medicine.

Du Liangchen could clearly sense that the way they looked at him this time was somewhat fervent and excited.

I guess they recognized me.

Despite the pain, Du Liangchen turned his face away, refusing to look at the gruesome wound. "Nurse, how is my wound healing?"

While bandaging the wound, the nurse said, "We can't tell anything yet, it's been too short."

"Then...can I be discharged from the hospital?"

You should ask your attending physician about that.

Du Liangchen did not get the answer he wanted, so after his wound was treated, he went to see a doctor.

An hour later, Du Liangchen left the doctor's office with a big smile on his face, holding a discharge form in his hand, and couldn't wait to go downstairs to complete the discharge procedures himself.

With the remaining deposit in hand, Du Liangchen went back to pack his things, and on the way sent a message to Du Langxing: "I'm discharged from the hospital, going straight back to Mingrui Community."

Then I saw the messages Mei Jing sent me around 7 o'clock, and when I opened them, there were more than a dozen.

He had originally planned to message Du Liangchen yesterday, but Du Langxing said he had a meeting and could only deliver the phone to the hospital after 7 p.m.

Mei Jing was afraid of disturbing his rest, so she held back until this morning.