He had been lying in the hospital for several days already and, to be honest, he was about ready to grow moss.
If he could leave, he would definitely want to be discharged. Nobody wanted to lie in the hospital all the time, smelling the scent of disinfectant every day—it was seriously distressing.
Now that he could finally be discharged, Lu Jincheng also breathed a sigh of relief.
Of course, he didn't forget to thank the dedicated doctors of his own organization.
"Then thank you, Doctor, for all the trouble during this time."
"It's nothing, Boss Lu. This is all part of our job. After all, your hand injury was just superficial; it didn't damage anything deeper. If it had reached the tendons or similar structures, you might have needed to stay in the hospital longer. You were lucky, and we just did some routine treatment."