In about half a month, Chai Xiaohu was discharged from the hospital. Shen Junping suggested she temporarily refrain from singing. Although chest fixation was no longer necessary, sneezing or violent coughing could still impact her ribs.
Chai Xiaohu remained silent as she listened to Shen Junping, merely letting out a cold chuckle before quietly leaving.
Watching her, Shen Junping sighed. The old Chai Xiaohu was nothing like this—lively, cheerful, understanding, and always eager to help. Anyone who needed a favor could count on her. But now, she seemed like a completely different person.
Word had it that after being discharged, Chai Xiaohu took two weeks off and hadn't returned to the art troupe since.
The second floor of the infirmary had emptied again, and the medical assistants no longer needed to conduct rounds. However, the third consultation room had gained a new person.
Luo Jiali sat beside Yu Shufang, smiling slightly at Beisitian.
