More than a month later, Sour Apricot was finally discharged from the hospital.

Accompanied by Muqin and others, Sour Apricot took a car from the county seat to the town, and was pushed on the mountain road back to the village by the Four Seasons and the National Day in a cart all the way.

At this time, it has entered the second day of the lunar calendar. The wind and cold in the mountains are still so rushing, so hard, pouring straight into the mouth of the leader of the clothes. There was still a thick layer of snow in the ravine, and it was hidden under the shady slope of the ravine. Under the reflection of the sun's afterglow, it emits a miserable white light and shadow. The trees all over the mountains still stretched out their thin branches with teeth and claws, swaying in the cold mountain wind. It seems that its body is filled with excess energy reserves, and it looks like a rich man who is shabby on the surface. Under the baking of the increasingly heated sun, stretching his waist, yawning, shaking his head, eager to try, scrambling to move every joint part of his body, as if he was busy doing various warm-up exercises before the game. It was no longer as shrunken and shivering as it had been a month ago, a bleak scene of darkness and dying.

The path into the mountain is still so narrow and crooked. The pavement was very clean, but the sides were covered with thick dead grass. Like a bordered silk belt, it looms into the belly of the mountain in the distance, and the end of the road is gone. Only the dense jungle let out bursts of shouts from time to time, as if a grand ceremony was being held, greeting a group of several people and welcoming the return of the master.

At this time, the sour apricot felt refreshed. Every breath is so comfortable, and every glance at the scenery near and far is so pleasing to the eye. More than a month of squatting in a ward, he has been raised a lot of white fat. The wrinkles on the face that were originally like a knife and axe also seem to be stretched, faintly exuding a ruddy luster. However, his heart has been empty, like a ball that has been emptied, and he is bored and anxious all day long. At his insistence and almost stubbornness, the hospital finally agreed to his request and allowed him to be discharged. However, he had to recuperate at home for some time and exercise for some days before he could go out and do what he could. Sour apricot agreed. At this time, as long as he can be discharged from the hospital, even if it is harsh regulations and requirements, he will agree.

In the past month or so, Yao Jinfang has completely let go. He no longer shrunk and looked forward and backward as he did at the beginning, but saw Tian'er visit Sour Apricot in the ward. He calmly pulled some anecdotes about what happened in the hospital with Sour Xing, and seriously discussed his medical plan and the recovery of his injuries with the doctors he knew, just like taking care of his own son. Ye'er and the people still can't let go. As soon as he saw Yao Jinfang, he avoided it first. Or they really can't dodge, so they pretend that no one is there, bow their heads and dodge out, and don't speak.

Sour Apricot has long since recovered from the shock and despair of losing her right leg. In the days just after the amputation, he was as irritable as a mad bull, glaring and clenching his fists when he saw everyone, but he didn't say a word. He didn't eat food, he didn't eat water, and he was on a hunger strike and waiting for death. No matter who persuaded him, he would not listen. persuaded a lot, and he was very unreasonable to let people go, leaving no mercy at all. Only Yao Jinfang's persuasion could still make him quiet down. But he still didn't eat or drink. [End of Chapter]