As the sky gradually brightened, the summer morning arrived early, carrying white morning mist that dispersed with the breeze.
The sun slowly rose from the east, its bright rays spreading over the tall buildings.
Sylvan Cheney couldn't fall asleep again; he picked up his iPad and sat on the bed to conduct a preliminary review of the project.
During this time, a nurse came to take his temperature, which had returned to normal.
However, the nurse kept reminding him not to work, but apart from working, Sylvan Cheney didn't know what else to do.
He disliked these long hospital stays.
"Mr. President." Kade Yuvan, having had a sleep, pushed the door open, "Today... Ah, why are you working, Mr. President? That's not allowed; the doctor specifically instructed that you mustn't work or strain yourself."
"Too much talking."
"But..." Kade Yuvan scratched his head, "But this really isn't good for your health. If it's really impossible, shall I keep you company for a chat?"
