Stars In His Eyes
Chapter 293: I Don’t Believe a Single Word She Says 4_1

Chapter 293: Chapter 293: I Don’t Believe a Single Word She Says 4_1

However, earlier, He Teng’s comment, "I don’t believe a word she said," brought a slight joy to He Zhilan’s heart. This was He Teng’s stance; no matter what Gu En said, the only person He Teng trusted was her, Zhilan.

He Teng always ate quickly. Worried that lying in bed all day without exercise might make him overeat, He Zhilan didn’t bring much food. In just three to five minutes, He Teng finished his meal and returned the food box to the cabinet. He glanced at Zhilan and said, "The taste is good, just not enough. Remember to bring twice as much tomorrow."

"Bian Muhe said you can’t eat too much," Zhilan chuckled, shaking her head. "You’re lying in a hospital bed, not exercising all day in the army. Eating too much can lead to indigestion."

"Hmm~" It was clear that this laugh was masking his inner dissatisfaction.

In terms of healing speed, He Teng was indeed extraordinary – barely half a month in the hospital and He Teng was allowed to take his wheelchair out for a breeze. However, his foot was wrapped in heavy plaster. It was difficult to move. Every time Zhilan and the orderly uncle pushed him for a walk, the sight of He Teng’s straight leg strangely amused her.

He Teng was a pretty big guy, a good one meter eighty tall.

"Bian Muhe said that it might take another month to remove this plaster. Brother, please don’t tell me you’re going to sit in your wheelchair with your leg out straight like this every day? Luckily, the uncle is here. If it was just me, I really couldn’t move you." With uncle present, Zhilan simply stood by the side. Not to mention He Teng himself being such a large man, but she had no idea how heavy the plaster on his foot was.

Worried about He Teng’s restless foot, Bian Muhe plastered his leg all the way up to his knee to keep him from messing it up more. As a result, He Teng’s leg couldn’t bend at the knee, which provided a comical scene that had Zhilan laughing all the way.

For He Teng, getting injured was commonplace. So, he really didn’t understand where the comedy lay in his current condition. He found it odd that it would be enough to make Zhilan laugh from the ward all the way here.

"Bian Muhe is such a meddler. I’m not a child. If he told me not to move, do you think I would still play with this leg?" The more He Zhilan laughed, the more He Teng was annoyed with the plaster. With his endurance, the minor pains of healing were nothing to him.

Actually, He Teng knew that in another week or so, his wound wouldn’t need any more medication. Like the injury on his foot, it just needed some rest and regular hospital check-ups. If he was not mistaken, in about a week, the army would allow him to return for convalescence.

After all, he wasn’t a local of the capital, unlike Lan Li who could stay at home with someone to take care of him upon discharge. It was not practical for him to occupy a hospital bed forever; hospital beds were scarce, and the expense was considerable. Of course, He Teng didn’t fancy staying in the hospital all the time during his recovery. He missed the army, even though all he could do when he got back was watch everyone else train. But that would be better than spending his days in the hospital doing nothing.