Limited Time Marriage: Nice to Meet You Mr. Foster-Chapter 36 - 35: Are You Happy Just Messing Around?

After completing the hospital admission procedures, South Grant found the homeroom teacher’s phone number on his phone and called to ask for leave.

South Grant wasn’t doing well academically to begin with, and he often asked for leave every few days without showing any ambition.

When she called to ask for leave, the homeroom teacher said with a hint of irritation:

"Got it, always using various excuses to ask for leave. The college entrance exams are around the corner, at least try to cram a bit so you don’t bring down the class’s overall scores."

"Teacher, cramming isn’t really my thing. Every time I try to cram, the Buddha always kicks me." South Grant, knowing the teacher had a sharp tongue but a soft heart, joked back.

Teacher: "...Why doesn’t the Buddha just kick you to death!"

"That’s why I don’t cram, the Buddha can’t reach me." Listening to the teacher’s voice, South Grant thought of the hardships endured after leaving school in a past life, and finally understood the value of well-meaning advice that may be hard to swallow.

"Does goofing around make you happy?" The teacher couldn’t help but retort, and then sternly reminded her: "Finish your business quickly and come back to school. I saw your last mock exam, I think your grades can still be salvaged."

South Grant agreed repeatedly. In the past, she wasn’t sure if they could be salvaged, but now she wanted to give it a try.

After securing leave, South Grant returned to the hospital room.

She was in a shared room, with three people to a room.

Upon returning, Seth was still asleep. She approached Seth Grant, touched his forehead, the fever had subsided, and the nurse had bandaged the wound on his hand.

At this moment, the patient in the next bed, seeing that South Grant was young and taking care of a child alone, asked her:

"Young lady, is this your brother? With such a high fever, where are your family members?"

South Grant was momentarily stunned, then replied: "My family is no longer around."

The patient in the neighboring bed hadn’t expected this answer, and apologized with a face full of regret: "I’m sorry."

"It’s okay," South Grant said lightly.

As they were speaking, another patient was brought into the room.

A woman entered carrying a young boy. The boy had injured his arm after jumping down from a height and was here for observation.

Initially, South Grant didn’t pay attention, but when the woman turned around, South Grant realized it was the same woman who had cut in line earlier.

South Grant shrugged, what an unexpected coincidence.

Soon, the woman noticed South Grant too, and after a brief pause, her face became filled with anger.

"What kind of trash is allowed in here, nurse...nurse..." At this point, the woman placed the child on the hospital bed and loudly called for the nurse outside, "We want to change rooms!"

With Seth sick and needing a quiet environment, South Grant didn’t engage with her.

The nurse then entered and, upon hearing the woman’s request to change rooms, politely said:

"I’m sorry, our current room is full, and we don’t have any available rooms to move you to."

The woman, hearing the nurse’s words, immediately lost her temper, "Who do you think you are looking down upon? What do you mean there’s no private room? Aren’t the rooms in the top floor area vacant?"

Everyone knows that the top-level area of this hospital consists of high-ranking official wards, which common people can’t access regardless of wealth.

Because that area is reserved for hospitalized military district leaders, with a special elevator, entirely separate from this side.

When some minor military leaders are hospitalized here, they are only allocated separate rooms in the regular area but not arranged to stay on the upper floors.

This is an unwritten rule, not explicitly stated, but everyone here is pretty much aware of it.