Time passed. With ongoing rehabilitation and the varied, nourishing meals Sun Xiaoqin prepared for him daily, Li Huowang's body recovered at a rate visible to the naked eye.
At least when he took off his clothes, he was no longer skin and bones, and the strength in his hands was slowly returning.
Just as Li Huowang sat on his hospital bed eating sweet glutinous rice balls, an unexpected visitor came to see Sun Xiaoqin. The man's bald head reminded Li Huowang of who he was—he seemed to be the Prison Warden who managed all the wards.
"Ms. Sun, your son's condition has stabilized with treatment and now meets the criteria for a transfer. What do you think about moving him to a private hospital with better amenities? It could make your son's stay more comfortable. After all, our facilities here are indeed a bit lacking."
Sun Xiaoqin glanced at Li Huowang, who was focused on eating his glutinous rice balls. "Er, please wait a moment. I'll call my husband and discuss it with him."
