He snorted and turned to leave.
"Oh, right," Alvera said suddenly, as if she just thought of something.
He stopped and turned around, but she didn't move.
...
"When are you going to treat me that dinner you owe me?" she said.
"Is this the time to talk about this?" He thought coldly.
She continued lightly, "If you haven't planned it yet, I'll decide the time."
He opened the door and left the ward without answering.
Alvera frowned, then laughed mockingly at herself.
She took out her phone and called Samuel. "Samuel, how much more money does the project need?"
...
"It's... a bottomless pit," Samuel replied.
"Really?" She thought for a moment. "I see. I know where to get the money."
"What are you doing again?"
"Don't ask. Just do me a favour."
At the door, Roland found the doctor and said, "Go check Alvera up. Her wound doesn't seem to be healing well."
"Okay, Mr. Francois. By the way, Ms. Alvera wants to be discharged today."
Roland frowned, "Can she leave the hospital now?"
"It's not recommended."
Roland's expression turned cold. "Then why did you tell me this?"
"This..." the doctor hesitated.
"Isn't it your dereliction of duty to let a patient who can't be discharged leave the hospital?" he asked coldly.
"Yes, Mr. Francois, I understand. I won't let Ms. Alvera leave the hospital," the doctor said, and then left quickly.
...
He could tell that Roland was in a bad mood right now.
He did not dare to offend him.
Alvera was in a very good mood on the day of her discharge.
She packed up her things early in the morning.
After the last examination, she grabbed her bag and prepared to leave.
Roland, pushing Andrina in her wheelchair, was standing by her door when she opened the door.
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