My Cell Prison Novel Chapter 2111 - 2108: Private Chat

Chapter 2111: Chapter 2108: Private Chat

There’s no denying it, the ’chicken soup’ the chef sent over is truly effective, or perhaps it’s Han Dong himself that makes the soup seem so effective.

After all, the surveillance clearly saw Han Dong drink the whole big bowl of greenish chicken soup.

The next day at noon,

the doctor was astonished after conducting a full-body examination on Han Dong.

"It seems that the bowl of chicken soup you had yesterday has had great effects on your recovery. I suggest you continue with the sa diet for the next three days.

Your body has basically recovered, but I would still recomnd you stay in..."

Before he could finish speaking,

a red balloon had already been stuffed into the doctor’s brain.

"Here is your discharge permit for both of you. Go enjoy your happy ti at school."

"Thank you, Doctor."

When Han Dong and Mr. Newton exited the infirmary,

the doctor and nurses behind them all waved goodbye in unison, their smiles arcing in a near identical manner.

...

Having just been discharged, according to the regulations, there were no classes for the rest of the day.

"Nicholas, I’m heading back to the dormitory to rest..."

Newton had to take this half-day to have a good rest alone in the dormitory.

Since the day Han Dong drank that bowl of chicken soup, he hadn’t eaten a single grain of rice. After these days of brief school life, the ’cleanliness obsession’ rooted deep in his soul had almost been completely torn apart.

Han Dong didn’t force Mr. Newton to follow him,

returning to peak condition was the most important,

and once war starts, Mr. Newton would be an indispensable force.

Han Dong went back to the teaching building alone,

walking along the dim corridor deep into the building.

There was also a sign at the dark "corner" with a pile of kerosene lamps, indicating a safe zone.

Han Dong didn’t sit down to rest, he picked up a kerosene lamp directly,

and headed towards the [Integrated Office] indicated by the signpost,

The long corridor was completely enveloped by shadows, and the light from the kerosene lamp barely reached half a ter,

until a closed wrought iron gate blocked the way,

As the "Warden