Upon asking the nurse and learning that this was the last bottle of IV, Han Mingyue picked up his phone to call home.
Zhen Yu, noticing his intention, quickly stopped him and said, "Better not to call!"
"Why?" Han Mingyue was somewhat puzzled.
"If you call, Auntie will know we're coming back for dinner! She'll start bustling around again."
"Let her be busy, it's fine! There's nothing wrong with one more meal." Han Mingyue firmly moved Zhen Yu's small hand away, and while dialing, explained, "Let's just treat it like a New Year's Eve dinner, I'll help her when we get back!"
Seeing him say this, Zhen Yu pursed her lips and did not continue to persuade.
And indeed, as soon as Mrs. Han heard Zhen Yu was getting discharged over the phone, she immediately said she would prepare a good dinner, just as Zhen Yu imagined!
"...Is there a lot of stuff? How about letting your brother come to pick you up?"
