The next day.
Elena Finnegan got up early and called over her attending physician, telling him she wanted to be discharged from the hospital.
The attending physician waved his hands repeatedly, saying, "Miss Finnegan, although you are young, you cannot joke about your health."
However.
Elena suddenly got out of bed, walked a few straight, firm steps to show him, "Doctor, do you think there is still something wrong with me?"
That doctor was dumbfounded, okay?
His examination from yesterday indicated she needed to stay in the hospital for at least two days and then rest at home for another week to recover.
How could it be, after just one night, she seemed to have fully recovered?
"Miss Finnegan, please lie down so I can examine you again, I need to be responsible for you," the doctor implored, emphasizing his tone in case she disagreed.
"...Alright." Elena could only comply.
