At eight in the evening, the Yun Family gathered together after dinner, talking and laughing. It was one of the rare times the family could be together in a day.
"Where's Qi?" Yun Qiuce asked.
"Probably playing outside with Xiao Hua." Yun Qiuhong craned his neck and saw a pink figure flash by in the courtyard.
"Aunt, how's that young talent Fang Yue from your hospital?" Yun Kuang asked.
Yun Qiuhong showed a bit of disdain on her face, "He's gone mad, and it's getting worse. Today, his relatives came to ask me about his discharge. I told them to come tomorrow."
"Really? They're planning to discharge him before he's even cured?" Yun Kuang was incredulous.
"Sis, you're in trouble. I'm guessing their relatives see the treatment isn't working and will demand compensation upon discharge. You, concerned about the hospital's reputation, won't want to make a fuss."
