290: Setting up a trap to abuse the scum!_3
Although it was a VIP Ward with no shortage of anything, it was still a hospital room after all.
Mr. Astir currently felt sick just from the smell of disinfectant, eagerly wanting to return home.
Isla Astir poured a glass of water for her father, "Return home! You haven't fully recovered yet. The doctors certainly won't let you go home. You should rest in the hospital. We will be discharged in ten days."
The moment Mr. Astir heard that he would have to stay for another ten days, he sighed.
At this moment, footsteps and voices were heard from outside the ward.
"Is your father-in-law okay?"
Then came Mrs. Astir's voice, "Nothing serious, he has already had the surgery! We owe it to our Isla for having a friend at the hospital, arranged for us a what's-the-name-of-the-farting ward. It's too comfortable in here!"
Mrs. Astir was a typical rural woman. She didn't have a high education level, she only attended third grade and was illiterate. She didn't know the meaning of VIP.