The corners of Josnian's lips raised in a slight arc: "Okay...double."

Cheng Yuzhi said nothing more, and the atmosphere in the ward was no longer so tense, but more relaxed and comfortable.

He looked at the pale Josnian on the hospital bed and raised his chin: "The porridge is on the table. It's getting cold."

"What kind of porridge?"

"Lotus seed black rice porridge."

"If you don't want to eat it, go and change it to red bean porridge."

"..." Cheng Yuzhi glanced at him, "Eat it if you like."

After saying that, Cheng Yuzhi tied up his scarf and glanced out the window at the dark night.

It was getting late, and he was too lazy to talk to Josnian anymore. He turned around and left the ward, closing the door behind him.

Josnian had just finished the operation and could not get angry. He turned his head and glanced at the porridge bowl on the table and reached out to take it.

The porridge was still hot, so he opened the lid and ate it.

There was no porridge in the monitoring room, only food that tasted very bad.

He has always been very picky about what he eats, so he suffered a lot during the few months he was in the bureau.

Thinking of this, a bitter smile overflowed from the corners of his lips. He didn't blame anyone. A few months of suffering would teach him a lifetime of lessons, so it was worth it.

The porridge tastes pretty good, and my originally cold body gradually warms up.

The smell of medicine in the ward is no longer monotonous, but has a hint of porridge smell.

The curtains were half-opened, and he would occasionally turn his head and look out the window. Although it was dark and he couldn't see anything clearly, he could still see the lights outside and the stars in the sky here and there.

Even simple things are much better than the cold walls in the control room.

Because he was undergoing surgery, the police did not take him back immediately.

Several layers of people were watching inside and outside the ward. Josnian spent most of the time lying on the bed and staring at the ceiling silently.

Three days later.

The wound was almost healed, and he stood at the window wearing a loose hospital gown and looked at the world outside.

New York in winter is very monotonous, there is not much scenery, especially here in the hospital, there are only a few tall buildings and bare trees.

There are patients and medical staff walking around on the road.

It had been a long time since Josnian had seen so many people. Things that he usually looked down upon with disdain, he now saw with gusto.

A layer of white mist formed on the window, hazy, blocking half of the view.

It was early in the morning, and the bright and warm sunshine poured down from the sky, spreading over the hospital like broken jade.

Josnian raised his hand and drew pictures on the fog on the glass window with his slender fingers. The word "Good Day" appeared on the window.

Looking at the words on the window, a warm and light smile appeared on the corner of Josnian's lips. There was a bit of gold in the warm winter sun in the smile, which was charming and elegant.

There was nothing in the ward, but he seemed relatively content. Even his cloudy eyes were a little clearer, like the spring breeze blowing through the dust.

When the wound healed, he would habitually stand by the window for half a day.

The people at the police station were more strict. Even when he asked for a razor to repair his stubble, the police were watching, as if they were afraid that he would commit suicide.

Josnian looked at himself in the mirror and saw that he was much thinner than before he surrendered. He didn't like himself very much now.

I guess women and children don't like it even more.

Josnian sneered and left the bathroom.
Chapter completed!