Ji Shaoyang's injuries recovered quickly. Although his wounds were still there, they were no longer a big deal, and he could be discharged and go home.
Ji Shaoyang changed into his own clothes, ready to go home, but was stopped by the special nurse, "Young Master Ji, you can't leave. Mr. Wei said he would send someone to pick you up."
"Mr. Wei?"
"The gentleman who brought you to the hospital, he will take you back."
Ji Shaoyang pursed his lips, sat by the bed, and asked, "Who is he?"
The special nurse just smiled, "I can't say much about Mr. Wei, but since he has arranged things, you'll naturally find out once you meet him."
As soon as these words were spoken, the door of the ward was pushed open, and a tall man walked in, saying, "I'm here on behalf of Mr. Wei to pick you up. Are you all packed? Can you go now?"
Ji Shaoyang glanced at the special nurse, thought for a moment, then picked up the bag in his hand and walked over.
"What are you carrying?"
