I’ll be nice until the end, I guess. Since this is a private ward and everything is provided here, it’s not that hard to cook lunch.
Hanson had an obedient look on his face as he said, “I’m not picky, and I’ll eat anything that you make.”
“Alright, then. I’ll head out now to buy some ingredients, and I’ll get a nurse to come in in case you need help doing something. Contact me if you need anything, alright?”
Vania started nagging Hanson about what to keep in mind as if he was a kid.
Nevertheless, Hanson wasn’t listening at all as he had already zoned out from staring at Vania’s worried face.
Looks like she still cares about me.
When Vania was about to press the call button to get the nurse to enter the room, Hanson stopped her. “I want to go with you.”
Immediately, she retorted, “How can I let you do that? You’re still sick, and you can’t go out.”
Yet, Hanson got off the bed and looked as if he was already alright.
Although my stomach feels uncomfortable, my legs still work, so why can’t I go?
He stood next to Vania to show her that he was fine.
Despite that, Vania was still worried. “What if you get sick again during the trip?”
Hanson smirked. “Do I look that weak to you?”
He would only get ill if he ate something wrong, but it was fine as long as the doctor could tend to him in time.
“But…”
“That’s enough. I won’t let any nurses into my ward.”
Just then, Hanson looked as if he was going to give up on his treatment if Vania refused to bring him out.
“Fine, I guess we can go together.” Since Vania couldn’t persuade him to stay, she could only remind herself to be extra cautious of him.
As Hanson walked side by side with Vania, he started feeling way better than before.
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