He saw Wan Donglin standing by the window and asked, "Third Master, are you really going to be discharged?"
"Start the discharge procedures immediately."
Zhang Xiang looked troubled: "But your injuries haven't healed yet. According to the doctor, it's best to stay for another week. Rushing to discharge now might risk reopening the wounds, increasing the danger..."
Wan Donglin replied calmly, "These minor issues are nothing. Tell my mother I've been discharged, and I won't be able to go home for the next few days."
Zhang Xiang forced a smile; how could he dare to persuade further? He merely whispered, "I've contacted Old A, he's coming tonight, do you want to meet him?"
"Arrange it immediately."
Midnight, a secluded place. The car parked far away, and the visitor approached on foot.
The door opened, and Wan Donglin personally went out to greet him.
Old A did not expect Wan Donglin to greet him personally and strode over. "Third Master..."
"Please, have a seat."
