Chapter 87 "You're still gloating, aren't you!"

At dusk on Kadoorie Hill, the villa area surrounded by greenery is tranquil and pleasant under the afterglow of the setting sun.

Manager Wang led the uncle and nephew through the spacious living room, introducing each room in turn.

"There are six rooms in total, upstairs and downstairs." He pushed open the door to the study, where sunlight filtered through the branches and leaves, casting dancing shadows on the wooden planks. "This room has the best lighting."

After saying that, he turned and pointed towards the basement: "This place can be converted into a home theater, perfect for the whole family to watch movies together on weekends."

"Of course, if the children like it, turning it into a play area would be great too."

Manager Wang's gaze fell on Sheng Fang's face, anticipating a warm response from him.

However, Fangfang just tilted her head back, staring intently at the two adjacent bedrooms upstairs.

The child seemed to have figured something out and nodded: "Big sister wouldn't be so inconsiderate."

Sheng Fang made up his mind: if his eldest sister insisted on living upstairs, he would move downstairs with Qingzai. In any case, if he wasn't next to his niece, he would lie down and refuse to move no matter who tried to persuade him.

“This garden is definitely one of the largest in Kadoorie Hill,” Agent Wang continued, pointing to the view outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. “Imagine, when the children are older, they can stand here and look out at the greenery after finishing their homework every day, which will soothe their tired eyes.”

"And look at this detached garage, it's more than enough to park two cars."

“This one is more practical than the ones we looked at last time. Although it’s not a five-minute walk from the police station like the apartment you’re currently living in, it has the advantage of a quiet environment.”

"Such an environment is also very helpful for recuperation. Home, besides being convenient, is most importantly a place where you can live comfortably."

His finger pointed to the large sofa in the center of the living room, his voice softening. The eloquent broker, Wang, painted a beautiful picture—

The family sat around the table, eating fruit and watching TV, with a lush courtyard outside the window.

Zhu Qinghe was unconsciously moved.

Over the course of a few days, negotiating prices, signing contracts, and completing formalities, the keys were finally handed over to them.

At the real estate agency on Nathan Road, Agent Wang's smile was even brighter than before. As his colleagues passed by, they cast envious glances, some even deliberately slowing their pace and letting out exaggerated sighs.

"We have a new home!" Fangfang's little face came closer, her eyes shining.

Holding the key in her hand, Zhu Qing recalled every familiar corner of the old apartment.

Actually, that place is quite good too. If there are other listings in the same building or nearby, you could consider those. To this end, Agent Wang visited all the nearby buildings and apartments, but ultimately shook his head in frustration, unable to find a suitable alternative.

The young master of the Sheng family, however, was full of anticipation for life in Kadoorie Hill.

After all, he and his older sister had already made a pact to ensure that Qingzai would live a good life!

"The new house is great." Fangfang nodded in satisfaction, a smile playing on her lips, revealing her tiny teeth. "Our Qingzai has never lived in a villa before."

Manager Wang lowered his head to organize the documents, swallowing back the words that almost slipped out—

Young master, actually I also...

...

Several days later, Mo Zhenbang's written test results were delivered in the form of a written notification.

When the news spread, cheers erupted throughout the CID office; the subordinates were even more excited than the person involved.

After the written test came the interview. Although the notification would be relayed through the police district level by level, and it was unclear how long it would take, my colleagues had already taken action.

From early morning, there was a constant knocking on the door of Weng Zhaolin's office.

"Uncle Weng." Haozai carefully placed a brand-new mug on the table. "Your old mug was covered in tea stains. This is a mug that everyone chipped in to buy. I hope you like it."

A delicate bow is tied to the handle of the mug.

Weng Zhaolin held the cup with both hands, but before he could say thank you, Xu Jiale pushed the door open and came in again.

Xu Jiale placed a lumbar support cushion on his leather seat: "I heard you have a bad back, this cushion will be comfortable."

Next came the leather notebook, and then the liqueur-filled chocolates he prepared for his wife…

My colleagues came in one after another, all with smiles on their faces.

"Officer, please go easy on our boss during the interview."

Weng Zhaolin untied the bow on the mug and tapped the body of the mug: "Directly subordinate senior inspectors do not participate in the interview."

After exchanging bewildered glances, the group silently dispersed.

Weng Zhaolin added, both amused and exasperated, "But I will provide daily work evaluation reports!"

“Officer, we didn’t leave!” a quick-thinking officer shouted. “Actually, we went to buy you coffee.”

In the CID office, such scenes are commonplace for Team B, and a strong sense of human warmth permeates the police station.

Mo Zhenbang leaned against the door frame, watching this scene, and his nose suddenly felt a little sore.

The sacrifice of his colleague years ago had halted his progress, but over the years, he has stubbornly charged ahead, firmly protecting his subordinates behind him. Today, that protection has transformed into warm encouragement, becoming the source of his confidence to move forward step by step.

"See that?" Weng Zhaolin appeared beside him at some point and slapped him hard on the shoulder. "Don't let them down."

Mo Zhenbang was sent back to his office.

Interviews are different from written tests, but they still require careful preparation.

Meanwhile, his colleagues returned to their respective work posts.

The police station has been unusually quiet lately, with staff mostly just going through dusty old case files and dealing with trivial matters. Sheng Peirong's surgery was a success, and a celebration was planned, but it was delayed because of the "suicide pact case," and the celebration fell through. Her colleagues wouldn't forget the big meal, but they didn't bring it up for fear of putting Zhu Qing in a difficult position.

Unexpectedly, she suddenly extended the invitation herself.

That was their housewarming party for their new home, and it was also a task that Shengfang's children had entrusted to Zhu Qing.

Seeing her colleagues' stunned expressions, she instinctively tried to change her words: "If you don't have time—"

"What are you talking about? Of course I have time." Haozai was the first to jump up.

"What day of the week did you say? Let me see..." Uncle Li held up the calendar on his desk. "I happen to be free."

A cacophony of responses erupted in the office.

The smile in Zhu Qing's eyes deepened, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up.

A few months ago, she would never have spoken up.

But now, with everyone spending so much time together, the lines between friends and colleagues have become completely blurred.

This distance is just right.

...

The children wished that Qingzai's holiday could be longer, preferably indefinite.

The movie ended several days ago, but the little guy is still at home imitating Simba's majestic appearance all day long. What fascinates him most is the scene of the little lion being lifted up. At this moment, he struggled to climb onto the back of the sofa, turned around, and stuffed the back of his collar into Zhu Qing's hand.

He pressed his hands together against his round, chubby cheeks: "Please—"

Zhu Qing refused his request.

The child even knew how to use reverse psychology, shaking his head and expressing regret: "Qingzai's strength is nothing special."

However, this approach was completely ineffective for Zhu Qing.

She walked past him as if she hadn't heard anything, without even pausing her steps.

Shengfang had no choice but to obediently jump off the sofa and complain to Aunt Ping, "She's a bad person."

Besides watching movies, Shengfang can also practice cycling downstairs every day.

In the sunset, he pedaled the bicycle in circles.

Zhu Qing followed behind, watching his short legs pedaling hard, and bent down to ask, "Fangfang, you've been exercising so diligently lately, have you lost weight?"

The children's round faces are displayed.

"It's a misunderstanding," Zhu Qing said. "I haven't lost weight."

Incidentally, she also fulfilled another small wish of Fangfang's.

He told Zhu Qing this unintentionally, hoping to ride his bicycle to the market to buy groceries by himself.

Zhu Qing slung a small shoulder bag over his shoulder, which contained some change: "Are you sure you want to go?"

"Sure!"

Shengfang, venturing out alone, is like an adventurer. The young millionaire usually reads the newspaper and watches the news. Afraid of being kidnapped, he mustered his courage and looked around, his heart pounding.

The road from my doorstep to the market is overflowing with ripe fruit.

He straightened his back and became calm and composed as he rode to the entrance of the market. This time, Fangfang was no longer playing the game of pretending to be an old man, nor was he imitating office workers.

At this moment, the child actor playing Shengfang is portraying a tired middle-aged man, his little hands clutching his collar as if he were loosening his tie.

"Do you have any fresh bok choy?" Sheng Fang asked.

"The bok choy sold out early this morning," the woman at the market stall said with a smile. "Would you like to look at something else, little one?"

Shengfang was completely stunned.

All he knew was that Aunt Ping talked about bok choy every day; he couldn't recall any other dish names. The little figure on the children's bicycle froze instantly, looking completely bewildered.

"Pfft—" A familiar laugh came from behind.

Shengfang turned around and saw her niece appear. She instantly breathed a sigh of relief, and a small dimple suddenly appeared at the corner of her mouth.

On their way home, their bicycle baskets were empty; they hadn't bought anything, and their first grocery shopping trip had ended in failure.

"Qingzai, were you following me the whole time?"

Throughout the journey, Zhu Qing stayed close to Sheng Fang.

The child was completely unaware and didn't even turn around once.

"Of course I can't leave you alone. What if you encounter danger?"

Fangfang nuzzled her little face against Zhu Qing's arm and said, "Then you won't have an uncle."

"What are you saying?" My niece squinted. "Children say the darndest things."

The baby covered his mouth with both hands, then spread his fingers apart to leave room for him to speak.

He said seriously, "Great fortune!"

...

The uncle and nephew's lives became extremely regular.

Zhu Qing goes to work on time and leaves on time. She returns home on time, and before she even opens the door, the aroma of food wafts over to her nose.

The children no longer need to go to the police station to pick up their nieces from get off work; they can simply keep an eye on the second and minute hands of the clock and wait at home at the right time.

After dinner, it's time to digest.

The house was piled high with cardboard boxes as Zhu Qing and Sheng Fang slowly packed and prepared for the move. The two were incredibly diligent, moving their belongings bit by bit, slowly and deliberately, towards their villa in Kadoorie Hill. Sheng Peirong could already stand and walk independently along the garden paths, but moving was physically demanding, and they were determined to get everything done before she was discharged from the hospital.

Zhu Qing and Sheng Fang's daily routine in the evenings consists of going back and forth between their home and the nursing home.

Time slips through our fingers, and even the cold wind whistling against our faces transforms into a sense of peace.

Sheng Peirong always felt sorry for them and reminded them to slow down and not to tire themselves out.

But for Zhu Qing and Sheng Fang, moving is actually a fun challenge. Just like now, they suddenly had the idea to go to the rehabilitation ward of the nursing home to pack up their toys.

"Qingzai," Shengfang said in her childish voice, "Are we like ants moving house?"

He gestured with his little finger to his forehead, pretending it was an antenna.

Zhu Qing gripped the steering wheel and glanced at the child in the back seat through the rearview mirror.

Suddenly, she lowered her voice: "The black sedan behind us followed us for three blocks."

Fang Sir immediately turned around, pressing his face against the car window.

As a child from a family of police officers, he should be particularly sensitive to being tracked. At this moment, he observes the vehicles behind him, hunching his neck to avoid revealing himself, and quietly observes.

"Where!" Shengfang went on alert. "I can't see!"

Zhu Qing smiled and said, "Hold on tight."

She stepped on the gas, quickly turned the steering wheel, and with a few sharp turns, she left the vehicles behind her in the dust.

However, when the car stopped on the side of the road, Zhu Qing suddenly turned around and fishtailed in front of the other car.

The car window slowly rolled down, revealing a familiar face.

"Uncle Pei?" Shengfang's little face rested against the car window frame.

Shengfang wasn't very familiar with Pei Junyi; she only remembered that when her father was alive, he always appeared in the study on the first floor.

"What a coincidence?" A hint of embarrassment flashed across Pei Junyi's face as his fingers tightened on the steering wheel.

Pei Junyi initially felt smug about the group's management rights, but later realized that he could never access the most core assets.

The guardianship of the young master of the Sheng family fell into the hands of this policewoman.

It turns out that this policewoman's identity is not simple.

Since Sheng Wenchang's passing, the Sheng family has fallen apart. No one expected that Sheng Peirong would find her long-lost daughter. This daughter's existence, like Sheng Peirong's true illness, had been the Sheng family's most closely guarded secret for twenty years. Even though Old Master Sheng claimed to trust him the most, Pei Junyi only learned the truth after Sheng Peishan's case was exposed.

According to his observation, the two, one big and one small, clearly depended on each other for survival. So, what exactly happened to Sheng Peirong?

Pei Junyi had been secretly following her for a long time and pieced together the clues. He was certain that Sheng Peirong was definitely up to something.

Last time he saw the child and the nanny going to the nursing home, he wanted to follow them, but the security at the private nursing home was extremely tight, and he was eventually stopped at the door. Today he specifically changed cars to follow Zhu Qing, but he didn't expect to be discovered so quickly.

It's impossible for a policeman to manage the intricate web of the Sheng family's influence over the years.

At the same time, if Sheng Peirong is really alright, how could she just abandon her beloved daughter like this?

Pei Junyi stared at the uncle and nephew.

A rookie policewoman and a naive child posed no threat to him whatsoever.

"Are you going to visit Miss Sheng?" Pei Junyi asked in a kind tone, feigning concern. "I haven't seen her for many years. Would it be convenient for me to come along?"

Zhu Qing turned her head and exchanged a glance with Sheng Fang.

Without prior arrangement, they all let out a long sigh.

Pei Junyi's eyes sharpened—

It seems that Sheng Peirong's situation is worse than he imagined.

The car window slowly rolled up, and Zhu Qing restarted the car.

She gently pressed the play button, and the melody filled the carriage; it was the song that had been played when they went to Liyuan Amusement Park that day.

The uncle and nephew changed their minds at the last minute and turned the car around to drive around.

Shengfang was still immersed in the performance, her little face full of pride.

"How was your performance?"

"Little Movie King".

The two of them laughed, and their singing filled the entire carriage.

As the car entered the tunnel, the dazzling night view flashed past the window.

In that moment, she inadvertently recalled that night when she deliberately slowed down and rode alongside a motorcycle.

The sound of the free wind seemed to be whistling in my ears again.

...

While packing her luggage, Zhu Qing realized that although she had only lived there for a short time, the cardboard boxes had already piled up like a mountain.

The number of toys stored there was astonishing. Some were accidentally kicked under the sofa and stuck in corners, while others were hidden so well during hide-and-seek that the child forgot to look for them.

Every time a new item is found in a corner, it's like discovering a new continent for the children. They sit on the floor and play happily, completely forgetting that they are moving.

"Bloom!" Zhu Qing poked her head out of the bedroom. "No slacking off!"

"Okay," Fangfang replied, but she bent even lower, intently fiddling with the toy car in her hands.

In her bedroom, Zhu Qing carefully peeled off the certificate on the wall that read "Eat everything at every meal".

This was the first time Shengfang had received an award, and she regarded it as the first honor she had earned for raising such a talented little villain. At first, sitting at her desk looking at the award, she naturally recalled scenes from the original story, but gradually, those scenes became less clear, and Zhu Qing was certain—Fangfang would never become like that.

Zhu Qing peeled off the certificate, smoothed out the edges and corners, and put it into a folder.

"Blooming," she asked. "Why haven't I seen you bring home any new awards lately?"

Fangfang didn't even look up, continuing to examine his toys: "I'll ask Teacher Ji for one tomorrow."

"Can you really ask for a certificate of merit?" Aunt Ping muttered.

While Aunt Ping was muttering to herself, Zhu Qing stood in front of her desk in her room.

She wanted to pretend she'd forgotten about the cockroach-shaped pen holder Fangfang had made herself, but at that very moment, as she turned away—

Shengfang ran over with a "da da da" sound, holding the pen holder in her two little hands, and turned to hand it to Aunt Ping.

"Aunt Ping, don't crush it," Fangfang sincerely advised, "Qingzai really likes it."

Zhu Qing watched as the pen holder was tidied up.

Even the black "tentacles" were carefully removed, to be reattached when they arrive at the new home.

One by one, the cardboard boxes were filled, and Aunt Ping brought out new ones at just the right time.

Over the past few months, they have added many small items to the home, which are now being carefully stored away and gently placed in a corner of a box.

Before living with Shengfang, time always flew by, and every day was uneventful.

Now, every little detail is etched in my heart, and even ordinary, trivial matters have become exceptionally meaningful.

During their first big clean-up, Shengfang was a "mop man," rolling around on the floor. And the first time they sat in front of the TV watching cartoons, they discussed what kind of superpowers they wished they had.

That day, Shengfang told Zhu Qing that he didn't want invisibility or time travel; he just wanted time to stand still.

At that time, the uncle and nephew wanted to freeze time in the quiet evening.

And now, Fangfang tilts her head and thinks—

He hopes to accumulate happiness every day, to have more today than yesterday, and to be even happier tomorrow than today.

A crisp "crack" sound rang out as Aunt Ping sealed another cardboard box: "Qingqing, have you arranged for a moving company?"

“My colleagues will come to help!” Sheng Fang answered quickly, gesturing with her little hands. “They said they would help me move my toys.”

This time, my colleagues offered to help with the move, and it was quite a struggle for everyone to find time when they were all available.

"It's a pity that the handsome doctor isn't here," Aunt Ping said with a smile. "He used to be available whenever we called."

Blooming is just as I'm tidying up my favorite things from this period—

A talking Ultraman.

He couldn't bear to put it back in the cardboard box, so he hugged it tightly to his arms: "Where did Dr. Cheng go to play?"

"She went abroad for six months of further studies." Zhu Qing was somewhat surprised. "You didn't know?"

The children stared wide-eyed, their mouths agape in an "o" shape.

He actually—didn't—know!

Fangfang looked aggrieved and wanted to complain.

Dr. Cheng did not tell him.

Aunt Ping found the note with the email address on it when she was tidying up Zhu Qing's desk not long ago, and only found out about it after asking her.

Based on the timeline, Dr. Cheng's itinerary should have been finalized when he delivered those limited-edition toys to the children.

"Even I've heard about it. You spend all your time at the police station, how could you not know?" Aunt Ping couldn't help but chuckle.

Sheng Fang said angrily, "You're gloating, aren't you!"

The Ultraman in his arms repeated, "You're gloating, aren't you!"

...

That night, Sheng Fang and Zhu Qing, just like when they first moved in, snuggled up on the sofa side by side to watch TV.

His favorite cartoon was playing on the screen, and Fangfang couldn't hide her little secret, covering her mouth and giggling.

"Today—" Sheng Fang drawled, her tone full of smugness, "is not the weekend."

"What should we do?" Zhu Qing pretended to have just noticed. "Should we turn off the TV?"

"No, no!" Sheng Fang shook her head vigorously.

This little kid is always the same; he can't keep anything to himself and blurts everything out.

Fangfang is the most well-behaved child.

Since agreeing with Qingzai to watch TV together, he hasn't even touched the remote control. He never secretly turns on the TV and always obediently keeps their promise, counting down the days until the weekend.

The young Shengfang now feels secure enough; he'll directly ask for what he wants, and even if he's refused, it's okay—he can simply give up. If he can't watch TV, he can go to the kitchen and ask Aunt Ping for a few cookies. The little master has plenty of activities and is happy doing everything.

Zhu Qing still didn't turn off the TV.

The uncle and nephew ate potato chips, the crisp "crunch crunch" sound accompanying the passing of time, and many memories lingered in their minds.

"We're moving out tomorrow..." Zhu Qing's gaze swept over every corner of the house.

Fangfang said in a childish voice, "Our home has become bigger."

Zhu Qing understood what he meant.

It's not that the house has become bigger, but that new family members have been added, and the family is finally complete.

When the children's cartoons end, it's time to go to bed.

Zhu Qing sat by Fang Fang's bedside and read him a bedtime story.

Goodnight, Qingzai.

When she got back to her room and lay down in bed, she heard rustling noises from next door.

Zhu Qing looked up and saw a tiny little baby standing by the door, hugging a pillow and holding the ears of a teddy bear.

Sheng Fang looked at her expectantly: "Qingzi, can I sleep with you?"

"Don't kick off the blankets."

"I won't!"

I had just finished telling the story, but now I have to tell it again.

Sheng Fang, being the most talkative child, decided to recall the entire collection of stories in his mind since Zhu Qing was an impatient niece. The child's tender voice whispered in his ear, gradually fading until only steady breathing remained.

Moonlight filtered through the gaps in the gauze curtains, falling on the quiet, sleeping faces of the uncle and nephew, who bore a striking resemblance.

Aunt Ping woke up in the middle of the night and remembered that she had forgotten to pack up the clay pot in the kitchen.

She tiptoed out and, as she passed the room, saw two people sleeping haphazardly.

Zhu Qing lay in a "spread-eagle" position at the head of the bed, while the baby's tiny arms stretched out at the foot of the bed.

The blanket had long been kicked off, and the teddy bear lay pitifully on the ground.

Both the older and younger ones are a handful; they're still children.

Aunt Ping gently covered them with blankets and picked up the dolls, stuffing them back into Fang Fang's arms.

...

The moving team appeared in a grand procession the next morning.

The police officers chatted and laughed as they quickly helped with the moving.

"Aren't you going to put away the blankets?" Xiao Sun asked curiously, peeking into the master bedroom while carrying a cardboard box.

"Miss specifically asked me to keep it," Aunt Ping explained with a smile. "In the future, when Qingqing is tired from working overtime, she can come back and take a nap."

As the apartment door was locked, the children led the "moving crew" to their new home.

The villa on Kadoorie Hill looked especially warm and inviting in the morning light, a stark contrast to the cold, impersonal hillside mansion from before; it felt more like home.

Xu Jiale squatted down and teased Fangfang: "Young Master, do you need another nephew? I'll be the first to sign up."

"Me too!" Haozai raised his hand. "I can play with you, pick you up from school, and—"

"I'll wait in line..."

The children told them that he didn't need a nephew.

Let's just be colleagues.

The courtyard was soon filled with cars, and cardboard boxes were passed into the house one by one.

During the break, everyone stood in twos and threes on the lawn, gesturing and looking forward to a BBQ.

"This is the perfect spot to set up a barbecue grill. The weather is just right, unlike last time when we had a barbecue on Lantau Island and ended up burning to charcoal."

"I'm getting the beer ready. Zhu Qing, don't forget to freeze the ice!"

"This lawn is so comfortable, I could lie here all day..."

Everyone agreed to come back in a few days to have some more fun, since the first few days of moving are bound to be hectic.

"I just hope no new ones come in the next few days—"

Haozai rushed forward and covered Xu Jiale's mouth: "Hey! Don't jinx it!"

Xiao Sun kicked him in annoyance.

"Don't you know the police station rules? How can you say such things?"

Aunt Ping stood to the side, watching the group of energetic young people, her eyes crinkling with laughter.

Zeng Yongshan followed Zhu Qing on a tour of their new home.

When she pushed open the master bedroom door, she exclaimed in surprise, "Your house is so clean!"

In fact, Aunt Ping has come several times in the past few days, and she has helped to tidy up the place inside and out. She even wiped the floor so clean that you could see your reflection in it.

Now all we need to do is put the things back in their places.

"Three, two, one!"

With a loud "bang" and the cheers of the children, the toy box was turned upside down by the colleagues. Colorful building blocks, toy cars, and models covered the carpet in the children's room.

The children immediately lay down and rolled around in the pile of toys.

The tidying up proceeded smoothly until—

When Zhu Qing jumped from the windowsill, she cut her arm. Although it wasn't serious, the bloodstain was quite noticeable against her fair skin.

Aunt Ping is always thorough in her work; she even brought over the first-aid kit in advance.

She sat on the sofa and gently helped disinfect and bandage the wound.

Shengfang stood to the side, her little face scrunched up.

He took a deep breath, his cheeks puffing out like inflating balloons, as he frantically blew in: "Whoosh—whoosh—"

"Does Qingzai feel pain?"

"Don't worry, it won't hurt after you blow on it."

The children worked even harder to hold the food, until their cheeks ached.

"call--"

"Wow." Zhu Qing looked at the child's worried expression and deliberately shivered. "With such strong winds, I'm going to catch a cold."

Fangfang hung her head, unable to smile.

"Qingzi, you're injured." Sheng Fang said sternly, "Be serious."

Such a small wound would never have bothered Zhu Qing in the past; she never took it seriously.

But now, her uncle was lying sadly on her knees, looking as if he was about to call an ambulance at any moment.

Zhu Qing gently rubbed his little head.

This baby Fangfang is so wonderful!

...

The housewarming feast we'd promised was a must, and my colleagues were very considerate; they helped me pack up and then left first.

After seeing the guests off, the uncle and nephew immediately headed to the Jianuoan Sanatorium.

The attending physician handed a stack of test reports to Zhu Qing.

"Your mother's recovery is better than expected; to be honest, our medical team was quite surprised. Years of coma should, in theory, lead to severe muscle atrophy..."

“But Ms. Sheng has an incredibly strong will.” Dean Luo picked up the conversation, a smile of approval on his face. “She grits her teeth and perseveres through each rehabilitation session. The nurses all say they’ve never seen a patient like her before.”

"Of course, the support of her family was also an important force in her recovery."

Zhu Qing turned the pages of the report one by one.

After more than two months of rehabilitation, Sheng Peirong's examination results showed that all key indicators had returned to normal levels, meeting the discharge criteria.

"Walking and speech functions have recovered. The strength in the left hand is a little weak, but we can take it slowly."

"Congratulations, you can finally be discharged." Dean Luo stood up and instructed, "Remember to come to the hospital for rehabilitation every week, take your medicine on time, and pay more attention to your diet."

The joy in Zhu Qing and Sheng Fang's eyes was almost overflowing.

Dean Luo looked at them and couldn't help but smile with relief. Time flies. He still remembered how lifeless Ms. Sheng looked when she was first admitted to the hospital, but now she was able to stand up again and return to her family.

This is a case study for the medical community, but for this family it is a tremendous gift.

When checking out of the hospital, Shengfang excitedly spun around.

Winter has arrived, and the family is finally reunited. What should they eat for dinner?

"Remember," Zhu Qing bent down and put her arm around Fang Fang's small shoulder, "Don't tell your older sister about my injured hand."

"Let's not even mention hanging curtains anymore; you always let it slip."

"Okay, I've got it covered!"

The Transformers, with their joints clicking, are lifted high and then suddenly dropped, inviting them to ride a "roller coaster".

Standing at the door of the ward, Zhu Qing turned back to confirm: "Did I just tell you not to say anything?"

"Qingzai." Fangfang tilted her head in recollection, then shrugged. "I forgot."

"Don't be so cheeky!"

Shengfang Baobao then straightened her posture and said, "I'm sorry, I have amnesia."