Cultivating through increasing my stats in America-Chapter 86 - Escape from the Hospital
Chapter 86: Chapter 86: Escape from the Hospital
Chapter 86: Chapter 86: Escape from the Hospital
Throughout the entire afternoon, Li Ang continued to display feelings of nervousness and restlessness.
His unusual behavior naturally caught the attention of Sheila and Catina.
“Dear Li, do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?”
Catina approached Li Ang before Sheila, huddling close to him and gently asked.
Li Ang looked terribly conflicted and hesitated for a moment before answering:
“I don’t know why, but I always hate the environment inside hospital wards. It makes me feel anxious, and I can’t calm my mind.”
Sheila also took the opportunity to hook Li Ang’s arm on the other side, covering him on both sides with a left and a right.
“Relax, dear. With us here with you, everything will get better.”
But their words of consolation seemed to have little effect, not even the magic of the forbidden “Cleansing Facial Foam” worked particularly well.
At four in the afternoon, Li Ang finally proposed that he wanted to arrange his discharge from the hospital.
“But in the hospital, you can receive the most appropriate care, and if you feel unwell, a doctor can immediately help you with the problem.”
Faced with Li Ang’s suggestion, both were still a bit reluctant to agree.
After all, Li Ang had just awakened from a coma that lasted a day and a night not long ago, and discharging him at this point seemed indeed too soon.
Having played his emotional card, Li Ang still had a logical one up his sleeve.
“However, with my current condition, it’s mainly about relying on my body’s natural healing abilities. Staying in the hospital isn’t really making a substantial impact, and after examinations, it’s just some superficial injuries. It’s highly unlikely that any emergencies will occur.”
“In this case, where I’m relying on self-healing, I think I need a sufficiently relaxing environment. Only then can I rest well and recover faster.”
“I just need to come to the hospital to get my wounds dressed when necessary.”
The reasoning in Li Ang’s words indeed had merit, which momentarily left them both at a loss for words and even feeling like what he said made quite a lot of sense.
So quickly, Li Ang completed his discharge procedures with the help of the two.
The afternoon’s display of agitation was, of course, deliberately performed by Li Ang.
He could have just assertively stated his desire to discharge, and ultimately he would have achieved his goal, but that approach would not have been consistent with his behavioral logic, and it would have drawn unnecessary attention.
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After coming home in Sheila’s car, Li Ang found that his home was still undergoing renovation work.
Sheila on the side said with concern:
“Why don’t you stay at my place for the next few days? With the workers renovating your home, it’s bound to affect your rest.”
Her words completely aligned with Li Ang’s standpoint and followed the reasons he had given, making him realize he seemed to have no reason to refuse.
With a hint of excitement, Sheila supported Li Ang and they returned to her home.
“Uh… isn’t this your master bedroom? I can actually sleep in the secondary bedroom.”
Li Ang, being led by Sheila all the way, found himself being brought to Sheila’s own bedroom, and he asked doubtfully.
Sheila shook her head and explained, “I’ve thought it over, and I can’t let you stay by yourself. Your mobility is limited right now, and if you needed to do anything, I wouldn’t be able to help you right away.”
Sheila revealed a sly smile and looked at Li Ang, saying, “So, you might as well sleep in the same bed as me. Don’t worry, my bed is quite big, plenty enough for two people.”
Li Ang swallowed and realized he seemed unable to refute again.
Alas, who called him a patient now? He almost had no autonomy left.
This inadvertently made him think of a line of poetry he had once recited, “The young women of the southern village mock my old age and frailty, boldly carry me into the bamboo grove, my lips parched, my throat dry, I can hardly call out, returning I lean on my staff and sigh to myself.”
That was probably how he recited it. He wasn’t certain if it was correct, but the sentiment was just that.
With the current state of Li Ang’s body, training in martial arts was definitely out of the question, but he did not want to waste time doing nothing.
Therefore, he continued to study some theoretical knowledge of Sports Massage, to see if he could bring its proficiency level up a notch.
After all, this was the only skill he had a chance to practice now, and it was the one most beneficial to his body.
If he could elevate his level to that of a master, perhaps he could further enhance his body’s recovery ability.
At night, Sheila noticed Li Ang continuously studying massage-related knowledge and couldn’t help reminding him,
“In massage, theoretical knowledge is the foundation, but practice is the core of this skill. To make progress in this area, hands-on massage practice is indispensable.”
Li Ang nodded in agreement with her statement, but his expression was tinged with melancholy as he said,
“But I can’t move around easily right now. When practicing on myself, I can’t perform many movements and there are many areas I can’t reach.”
Sheila, clad in a black silk pajama, gave a charming smile and said,
“Isn’t there a perfect practice subject right here waiting for you to begin?”
Li Ang showed a certain smile, feeling more convinced by her words.
Sheila stretched out her impressive figure, obediently laying in front of Li Ang, and speaking softly,
“Begin, let me see if you have made any progress these days.”
Li Ang did not hesitate. He demonstrated all the various techniques he had mastered for different body parts on Sheila.
From head to neck, then shoulders, to back, from arms to hands, then to buttocks, to thighs…
There were strokes, rubs, kneading, as well as presses, massages, and shakes…
After a series of maneuvers, Li Ang, thanks to his robust constitution and deliberately controlling his energy expenditure, didn’t break a sweat at all. In contrast, Sheila’s clothes got wet several times.
Friction generates heat, and heat leads to sweat. Sweat wets clothes—it’s logical.
With her face flushed, Sheila said, “Although it’s somewhat hard to believe, I… I feel like, in terms of massage skills… I am about to be… surpassed by you.”
“However, I also have some tricks I haven’t taught you yet. Once your body recovers in a couple of days, I’m sure you won’t be disappointed by the surprise I’ve specially prepared for you.”
Sheila lay on her side, biting her lower lip, and looked at him.
Li Ang was also quite pleased with this massage session. Practicing on someone else was indeed far more efficient than practicing on himself.
He figured that after a few more sessions like this, his skill level would quickly advance to the next level.
“Alright, I need to take another shower, and you should rest a bit too. Tomorrow, I still need to take you to the hospital to change your dressing,” said Sheila, giving Li Ang a confident smile. Then she tiptoed out of the room with her bare feet and shuffled away.
