Yin Wancheng sat beside Xu Ke, asking casually, “Xiao Ke, is your phone out of battery? Shen Mu couldn’t reach you earlier.” Xu Ke checked her phone and indeed, it was dead. “He said the doctor and the room are all arranged. He’ll come to pick up Aunt Shao tomorrow morning, so you can relax.” Mentioning Shen Mu in front of Lin Ge made Xu Ke slightly uncomfortable, and she gave a soft acknowledgment. The three chatted for a while in the corridor until Shao Yiping woke up. They returned to the hospital room, where Yin Wancheng seemed to have an endless supply of jokes and anecdotes, and Shao Yiping listened with a loving smile, her eyes gentle as water. Xu Ke, watching Yin Wancheng, felt a slight tinge of jealousy. Her mother had never shown such affection towards Lin Ge, even though she always praised him for being outstanding and sensible, there was always a sense of politeness rather than the relaxed affection she showed to Yin Wancheng. Perhaps it was just a matter of personalities clicking.
With Lin Ge by her side, Xu Ke felt time passing quicker, and her heart grew more at ease. Sometimes, she thought she was strong and independent, but when faced with difficulties, she still hoped for someone to be her rock, even if she didn’t lean on them, it was comforting to know they were there.
The next morning, an ambulance from the provincial hospital arrived to transfer Shao Yiping. An hour later, they arrived at the thoracic surgery department of the provincial hospital. Xu Ke didn’t expect Shen Mu to be there too. His gaze was always his own, even in front of Lin Ge. Xu Ke felt slightly embarrassed, glancing at Lin Ge’s expression, which seemed a bit strained. Fortunately, after Shen Mu introduced the director of thoracic surgery, Zhang, to Xu Ke, he left.
