Starry slept until after nine o'clock, when another group of patients came in inside the detention room, and some family members were crying.
A little after 6:00, Filip sent her a message asking what she wanted for breakfast.
The drip was finished, the needle was pulled out at some point, and she still had tape stuck to her hand.
Starry sent a message to Filip, raised his hand and pressed the red button behind him.
Soon, a nurse came over, "Where are you not feeling well?"
Starry shook her head, after a night of tossing and turning, she did not look very good, her mental state was not good, and her voice was still a little hoarse: "I have nothing more to do, can we leave the detention room now?"
"What time did you get in?"
The nurse took a side chart: "You came in at 4:30, you have to be out at 10:30."
"I don't feel much worse, can't I go out early?"
"Try or go out at the time, or something happens, we can't afford to take the responsibility."
Starry pursed her lips, "Can I sign the waiver and can I leave now?"
She wanted to go to the bathroom, but she could not go to the bathroom in the detention room.
The nurse went through her chart again, "Is your family still there?"
"Yes, he's outside."
"Have your friend come in and pick you up, go to that clinic desk up front, print out all your information, and leave again."
"Thanks."
Starry hurriedly got out of bed and grabbed his cell phone, sending a message to Filip while he went to the clinic desk.
At this point in time, the emergency room was busy, and the two patients who had just come in seemed to be in quite serious condition, and there was no one at the consultation table.
The door to the holding room was closed and they could not open it except for the medical care.
"Then don't come in, there's nothing wrong with me, I'll pick up my test results and I'll be out."
"Good."
Starry waited for a small ten minutes, which was undoubtedly torturous, and got the information she ran straight out the door.
Fortunately, there was just a medical care in and out of the door, Starry did not need to call someone to open the door, directly followed out.
Just outside, she saw Filip.
After holding her pee for more than three hours, she couldn't care less about greeting Filip at this time, shoving the things in her hand directly into his, throwing a "I'm going to the bathroom", and running away.
When Starry came out of the bathroom, Filip was not far away.
Her face was hot, and for the first time in 27 years of living, she was in such a mess.
Her washed hands were drenched in cool water, and she lifted them up to her face and touched them, and the cool touch woke her up again for a few moments.
The hospital was getting crowded at this hour, and when she reached Filip, she remembered his stomachache: "The number you registered for, is it too late?"
"Not yet, there's no rush."
He said there was no rush, but Starry frowned a little: "Did you have a stomachache last night, all night long?"
Filip has always had a stomach problem, which she knew when she first married into the Pearson family, and because of this, she used to bring Filip meals at first.
Starry changed her expression when she thought of the old days, but soon, she recovered.
"The ten o'clock number, it's not time yet."
He pulled his jacket from his hand, "There's a congee store across the street, want to eat?"
Starry nodded, "Eaten."
She woke up feeling hungry, went to the bathroom, and now she's even hungrier. When they left the hospital, as Filip said, there was a congee store right across the street.
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