Soon.
Pan Lanfang was discharged from the hospital.
In the VIP room at Donghua Hospital, Pan Lanfang had already changed into her own clothes.
She wore a dark red, floral-print jacket, her hair was neatly combed, and she seemed even more spirited than before she was hospitalized.
She sat on the edge of the bed, clutching her phone and glancing at the door from time to time.
"Mom, don't worry. Xiaolu said he'll be here any minute," Jiang Yixia said, standing by the window with a packed duffel bag.
Pan Lanfang chuckled. "I'm not worried, I'm not worried. I've just been lying here for so many days that I'm eager to get some fresh air. This hospital is nice, but there's no place like home."
Nearby, Jiang Guoqiang was putting a thermos into a bag, muttering, "You have to be careful when we get home. You can't fall again. If it weren't for Xiaolu this time, we never could have afforded such a nice hospital."
