Gu En sat at her desk, applying skincare products to her face while glancing at He Zhilan’s reflection in the mirror, she made a face and said, "Your brother is weird, he’s in that condition and he wouldn’t let anyone tell you! That’s fine, but isn’t it odd that he’s unhappy with you taking care of him? If I were hospitalized, I would want my family to be with me twenty-four hours a day."
On the former point, Chen Xiting didn’t understand He Teng’s temper, so she didn’t comment. But she agreed fervently with Gu En’s latter point. At least, she also believed, when a person falls ill and becomes fragile at heart, they need the company and care of their loved ones all the more.
"He Zhilan’s brother is a military man, they are usually very serious about everything. Therefore, perhaps he believes that being a student and focusing on her studies are the most important things for He Zhilan. His conditions have stabilized and he has a caregiver, so he doesn’t want He Zhilan’s studies to be affected. He Zhilan, your brother really cares about you!" Jiang Biyun said, "You might have a hard time, having to run between school and hospital. The school’s schedule is full almost every day during this time."
"Aren’t there weekends? It’s not that hard. I take the bus back and forth anyway. It’s all sitting." He Zhilan chuckled. After washing up, she was the first to climb onto the bed and rest.
The next morning, He Zhilan started attending her classes as usual after explaining to her teacher about her husband’s hospitalization. Tan Heqian and Chen Xiting were both informed of the situation by Jiang Biyun, they all agreed to visit the hospital together on the weekend, as a gesture of friendship toward He Zhilan.
He Zhilan returned to the hospital after dinner the following day; knowing the that hospital food was expensive, she had specifically had embarking on the journey after eating at the school.
As she approached He Teng’s hospital room, He Zhilan saw an elegantly dressed woman walking out of it. Even though she only saw the woman’s back, He Zhilan knew for certain that she was a wealthy housewife.
"Uncle, who was that woman just now?" He Zhilan asked as she walked into the room, only to realize He Teng was awake when she looked at the bed. Their eyes met, and He Zhilan smiled slightly, "Brother, you seem more spirited today than yesterday!"
"Much better, the doctors say it’ll improve with each passing day." The caregiver uncle grinned, "That woman was Captain Lan’s mother. She heard your husband was injured on account of Captain Lan and came specifically to thank him."
"Lan Li’s mother?" He Zhilan was taken aback; a hint of regret surged from the depths of her heart. If she knew, she would’ve come earlier without eating dinner. Would she have met Lan family members or seen Lan Li’s mother if she had arrived sooner? Could she have retrieved some lost memories from her fuzzy recollection?
She was frustrated, but He Zhilan did not dare let He Teng notice.
Once the caregiver uncle left after He Zhilan’s arrival, it was just the two of them—He Zhilan and He Teng—left in the ward. At that moment, He Zhilan took a serious look at He Teng.
Compared to yesterday, He Teng’s condition was indeed much better today. It’s unclear whether it’s because he had a full day’s rest when she wasn’t there or because of his natural recovery. At that moment, He Teng had already removed the oxygen mask and his complexion looked a bit rosier.