Mu Chen sat by Song Ning's bed. After he was done cutting up the apple into small pieces, he handed them to her.
Song Ning did not like fruits too much. It seemed like Mu Chen was trying to coax her into eating at least one apple a day. In the past, she was not very picky with her food, but she had gotten picky recently.
When Mu Chen saw Song Ning eating the apple with a frown on his face, he said with a smile, "The little fellow is really naughty. He or she isn't as sensible or easy to coax like you…"
Song Ning rolled her eyes slightly, feeling embarrassed. After a moment, she placed her hand on her lower abdomen and said, "I checked my pulse this morning; I feel fine. I wonder when I'll be discharged…"
Mu Chen fed her another piece of apple as he said, "There's no rush. I've applied for leave on your behalf from Professor Li. Jiahui and your two senior brothers have said that you should take care of yourself and that they'll handle everything."
