Lu Xingzhi put the envelope into his pocket and thanked the person who delivered the letter before leaving. Then, he stood at the door, reached into his pocket, and touched the suicide note in the envelope. His gaze fell on the person who was still talking in the room.
"It should not be a problem for me to be discharged this afternoon, right? I don't need a nurse. Staying in the hospital is a waste of resources. And I'm bored." Jiang Yao pouted. "I want to go home."
The doctor smiled and nodded. "There are still many people around even though you are in a single room. The hospital is always noisy. Of course, it's more comfortable to stay at home. Tell your husband or your family members to handle the discharge papers for you in the afternoon. You can be discharged in the afternoon. There's nothing more to discuss after you're discharged. Anyway, you're a doctor too. You probably know more than me."