"Itâs Dadâs fault, I scared you."
"How can it be your fault? You certainly didnât want it to be this way." Chiang Xiao saw he wanted to sit up, so she carefully supported him to sit up a bit, placing a pillow behind his back.
Jiang Yingqiong came over and gently patted Chiang Xiaoâs shoulder, saying, "Little has really had a tough time these days. I just tried to get her to go home and have a good sleep, but she didnât want to leave."
"Little, go back, go home and sleep, come back tomorrow. Isnât there always someone here? Dad will be fine."
"No need, Iâm not tired, I have been sleeping here."
"How can this little hospital bed be as comfortable as at home? So you should go back, itâs not comfortable to wash and shampoo here either. Your aunt will be here with me," Ah Liu said, "If you donât go back, I canât rest well either, my heart aches."
Chiang Xiaoâs face turned slightly dark.
He made it sound so serious. Her staying here was already affecting his rest, so how could she dare not go back?
"Then Iâll go back, wash my hair, take a shower, and get some sleep, and come back later?"
"No, you canât come back today, come back tomorrow." Ah Liu smiled slightly, "Be good."
Li Hanzhong couldnât help but smile and said, "Little, donât worry and go back to rest."
Chiang Xiao had no choice but to fill the kettle here with Spirit Spring Water, repeatedly instruct Jiang Yingqiong to make sure her dad drank plenty of water, then she left the hospital.
Back at home, Chiang Songhai and Ge Liutao were both surprised and delighted to see her return.
"Little is back?"
"Yes, my dad insisted I come back to rest."
"Itâs only right, youâve been at the hospital for so long, go wash up, grandpa will cook for you."
After washing up, Chiang Xiao returned to her bedroom, looked at the tidy bed, and couldnât help but think of Meng Xinian, sighing softly.
Although she was a bit tired, after a comfortable hot shower and a hot meal, she slept well and was fully recharged.
Early the next morning, she took breakfast to the hospital.
Last night, Jiang Yingqiong indeed stayed at the hospital overnight. When Chiang Xiao arrived, she was still asleep on another small bed, but Ah Liu was awake, browsing through yesterdayâs evening paper.
Chiang Xiao walked over, immediately took the newspaper from him, glared at him playfully, and said softly, "Dad, have you forgotten what surgery you had? You should be sleeping more, yet youâre up this early reading newspapers."
"Doctor Nick never said I couldnât read the paper."
"I said it. No, you canât strain your mind now, you need to rest well." Chiang Xiao said quite domineeringly.
Ah Liu chuckled, "Okay, okay, Iâll listen to you."
"The porridge grandma made was cooked with chicken broth and a small amount of Lingzhi, itâs delicious."
Her Lingzhi tastes different from those outside. Adding half a slice to the porridge gives it a unique fragrance.
"You should thank grandma."
Ah Liu ate a bowl of porridge, and while Chiang Xiao was cleaning up, he seemed to casually ask, "Little, when did your mom pass away?"
Chiang Xiao didnât expect him to mention Chen Zhu, and her movements paused slightly.
"I guess when I was little. Because she passed away while away, she never came back, so we donât know the exact year."
"So it wasnât really confirmed, right? No one ever saw her body, did they?"