The door of the ward was opened, and the attending doctor came out with his assistant and came to Mo Wenxiu with a smile.
Seeing the doctor come out, Mok Wenxiu stood up immediately.
"Doctor, my daughter..."
"We have thoroughly examined her and all her indicators are very good. As long as she remains under observation for one more day in the hospital, and if there are no problems, she can be discharged."
"Thank you, thank you..." Mo Wenxiu held the doctor's hand with gratitude, "Thank you very much, doctor."
"This is what we should do. You should go in and see your daughter. She is in good physical condition, but she doesn't seem to be in a good mood."
"OK, thanks!"
Mo Wenxiu once again expressed his gratitude to the doctor, then let go of his hand and walked into the ward.
In the ward, Mo Bei was leaning on the pillow, staring blankly out of the window, with gloomy emotions clearly written on his face.
"Xiao Bei." Mo Wenxiu walked up to her, "Are you hungry? What do you want to eat? I heard that there is a new Chinese restaurant near the hospital. Do you want..."
Mo Bei turned to look at him, "I want to be discharged from the hospital."
"It's not a hurry, let's rest for another day..."
"I want to be discharged from the hospital!" Mo Bei raised his face and looked at him steadily with his black and white eyes, "Take me out of here, I don't want to stay in England."
"Okay, dad will take you wherever you want to go." Mo Wenxiu stretched out his palm to support her shoulders, "Dad will handle the discharge procedures for you right away. Xiaofan, you go and go and handle the procedures."
The subordinate named Xiaofan immediately went to the doctor to go through the discharge procedures.
Mo Bei didn't say any more, he just took off the quilt and stretched out of bed to find his shoes.
"Come daddy!"
Mo Wenxiu hurriedly bent down, helped her take out the shoes from under the bed, and put them on her feet.
After putting on her shoes, Mo Bei slowly straightened up and walked towards the door. Mo Wenxiu hurriedly followed her and held her arm.
After going downstairs and getting in the car, Mo Bei remained silent until the car left the hospital. She didn't say a word until she returned to the hotel.
After sending her to the room prepared for her, Mo Wenxiu looked at his daughter distressedly and stretched out his arms to hold her shoulders.
"Xiao Bei, if you...if you want to cry, just cry."
"What's there to cry about?" Mo Bei raised the corners of his lips gently and showed him a pale smile, "I'm tired and want to rest."
"Xiao Bei..."
"I do not want to talk."
"Xiao Bei..."
"Don't worry, I won't commit suicide or run away. From now on, I will do whatever you ask me to do." Mo Bei just looked at him calmly, his eyes full of gray, "What do you want?
Let me marry Brother Ling, right? Okay, I’ll marry you anytime. You can set the wedding date on any day you want."
Seeing her as if she had lost her soul, Mo Wenxiu just felt heartbroken.
"Xiao Bei, actually Jiao Yang..."
"I want to leave today, the sooner the better."
Mo Bei interrupted him calmly, turned around and walked to the terrace.
Looking at her back, Mo Wenxiu sighed secretly in his heart.
Forget it, what if she was told that Jiao Yang was still alive?
She and Jiao Yang were destined not to be together. Telling her would only add to her pain. As long as she could get through this, she would have a brighter future.
Thinking of this, Mo Wenxiu swallowed back the words that came to his lips, "I'll arrange the flight. You rest for a while. We'll leave tonight."
