CHAPTER 789: CHAPTER 786: DISCHARGED FROM THE HOSPITAL

Xiao Yue left, but Zhang Zhonghe lay down again.

Tossing and turning in bed, but unable to fall asleep.

He wanted to confide in someone, wanted to share, but subtly felt in his heart that this event was so strange that telling others might not be good.

He was already fourteen years old, naturally understood these things, but obviously had to tell his parents; otherwise, there was no way to explain how his illness suddenly got better.

Thinking of this, he turned over and got out of bed, came to the foldable bed, and gently pushed his father, Zhang He Ping.

"Dad... Father..."

No matter how he pushed or called, his father didn’t respond, making him a bit worried.

He put his fingers under his dad’s nose and felt his breathing, which made him sigh in relief.

He was genuinely worried his dad might have just dropped off.

Recalling Xiao Yue’s words earlier, he stopped trying to wake his father.

He sat back in bed, glanced at the food placed at the bedside table, and immediately felt a kind of hunger, as if his heart was emptied, feeling completely hollow.

On the bedside table, there were some bread, instant noodles, and other easy-to-eat foods, which were Zhang He Ping’s main meals usually. Primarily, these were cheap and convenient, both he and his wife were teachers; though their jobs were good, their salaries weren’t high. Ever since their son fell ill, their home was nearly emptied, and without help from both sets of parents, they would have been deep in debt by now.

But Zhang Zhonghe didn’t care about any of this now; the only thought he had was to eat.

So, he picked up the bread and devoured it ravenously, even ate the instant noodles dry, and then gulped down a big cup of water, which made him feel a lot better.

After eating and drinking enough, he started feeling drowsy, fell onto the bed, and soon drifted to sleep.

Zhang He Ping had a good sleep, feeling better than ever, completely relaxed, and the anxious tension seemed to ease, but thinking of his son, he suddenly woke up startled, quickly sat up, and looked towards the bed next to him.

Then, he breathed a long sigh of relief; fortunately, his son was still in bed, sleeping soundly.

But suddenly, he was shocked, stood up directly, reaching out to touch his son’s forehead.

"Lele... Lele..." he softly called his son, his face pale, his palms slightly trembling.

This scared him because he just realized his son’s oxygen mask had been removed at some unknown time.

Due to physical weakness, his son usually found it difficult to turn over, so all along, he had been lying flat on the bed.

Yet now he was lying on his side, curled up, so he instinctively thought he had slept too soundly at night, leading to some unexpected incident.

"Dad."

Zhang Zhonghe heard his dad calling him, drowsily opened his eyes.

"Lele, how do you feel? Why did you remove your oxygen mask?" he asked nervously.

Lele was Zhang Zhonghe’s nickname, all family members called him that, hoping he would always be happy.

"I’m cured, don’t need that thing." Zhang Zhonghe seemed to regain some clarity, flipped over and sat up.

"Take it slow." Zhang He Ping supported him gently, nervously.

"I’m really fine, just feeling extremely hungry."

Zhang Zhonghe avoided his hand, shook his arms, looking energized, indeed not looking sick at all.

"Cured?"

Zhang He Ping wore a surprised expression.

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What followed was a period of chaos, with photos, blood tests, examinations, and consultations, a whole lot of operations.

Zhang Zhonghe’s mom, grandparents, uncles, and various relatives all came, a large family in a noisy commotion, causing headaches.

The only benefit was that he finally got to eat his favorite meals.

"You just recovered; eating too much will upset your stomach. Eat less, if you like it, mom will make more for you later."

Seeing her son’s ravenous eating, Wang Hongxia was a bit frightened.

At this point, those relatives visiting Zhang Zhonghe had all gone, leaving just the couple accompanying him in the hospital.

Zhang He Ping went out to find the doctor for inquiries, leaving Wang Hongxia alone with her son.

Approaching the Spring Festival, the schools were already on holiday, so the couple had plenty of time.

"It’s fine; Xiao Yue told me I need to eat more to replenish nutrients, so my illness is completely healed, and I’ll be great later."

As Zhang Zhonghe was eating, he explained.

However, upon hearing this, Wang Hongxia’s face instantly turned pale, suspiciously looking at her son and asked, "Who did you say told you?"

Zhang Zhonghe then realized, glanced at his mom, and said lightly, "I didn’t say anything."

Then lowered his head to continue eating.

But Wang Hongxia knew her son too well, plus she was a teacher, so she could easily tell he was hiding something from her.

So she said, "Lele, is there something you can’t tell mom?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Zhonghe once again looked up at Wang Hongxia, hesitated slightly and said, "I’ll tell you when we get home."

"Alright, we’ll go home when your dad returns."

Wang Hongxia reached out and touched his head, her expression a bit complicated; at this point, she already had some vague guesses, but due to her long-held worldview, she was somewhat reluctant to believe.

The reason being that Zhang Zhonghe’s recovery was too sudden; the hospital had issued a critical notice, ready to give up treatment, yet the person suddenly got better, lively and bouncing, which wasn’t scientific. That morning, hospital experts came, but they couldn’t find any explanation.

Since science can’t explain it, naturally one has to look for reasons in mysticism.

Now there were already three mysterious versions circulating in the hospital, making Zhang He Ping and Wang Hongxia feel uneasy.

"Can we go home?" Zhang Zhonghe exclaimed joyfully upon hearing.

"Yeah, doctors checked you; apart from being a bit weak now, you’re fine and naturally should go home." Wang Hongxia answered.

Actually, there was another reason, Zhang Zhonghe’s sudden recovery made them uneasy, worried about doctors curious about the cause, using their son for research, also many people came to see the novelty.

They weren’t just interested in the novelty, but curious whether Zhang Zhonghe’s illness somehow got better, was there any elixir, or knew some miraculous doctor.

Many families clung to this as their last straw, directly kneeling before the couple, even using life as a bargaining tool, causing them quite a headache.

Fortunately, the hospital security came in time to drag them out, so they really didn’t dare to stay in the hospital any longer; if they stayed, something might happen.

So by afternoon, the couple directly processed discharge procedures. They were pushed in with a wheelchair when they came to the hospital, but when returning, not only could Zhang Zhonghe walk, he even bounced along, which indeed felt like a dream come true.

As soon as the three returned home, barely having time to unpack, Wang Hongxia dragged her son onto the sofa.

"Tell me honestly, explain everything," Wang Hongxia spoke sternly.

Zhang He Ping was still in a daze, not knowing what had happened.

PS: More to come today~