Jasmine Yale calmly and composedly began to eat breakfast; the breakfast tasted very good, and she liked it.
The pain in her stomach had subsided, and the sunshine filled the ward, brightening her mood significantly.
Ever since Sylvan Cheney was still alive, her mood wasn't too bad each day. Whether he yelled at her or didn't remember her, it was fine as long as he was alive.
After breakfast, she got out of bed, walked around, and stood by the window to view the scenery.
The doctor came over to give her another check-up.
"Doctor, how is the situation today?" Jasmine Yale asked carefully.
"From the ultrasound, the condition has stabilized, so don't worry."
"Can I be discharged tomorrow? I don't really like staying in the hospital..."
