While she was daydreaming, Zhou Bin and Zhang Pingshan had already arrived at the door of the ward.

Zhou Bin whispered to Zhang Pingshan, asking him to wait outside for a while, and then he went in.

As soon as he entered the ward, he saw Han Cuiping crying alone.

Han Cuiping saw him coming in, wiped her tears and said, "Zhou Bin, how are you?"

Zhou Bin said with a smile: "I'm fine, you see I'm almost healed."

Han Cuiping nodded: "That's good! I'm really sorry for getting you into trouble this time. Without you, I'm afraid I would be in danger."

Zhou Bin waved his hand and smiled: "Auntie Han, don't say that. When I saw you were injured, I had to save you."

Han Cuiping looked at Zhou Bin with gratitude, wondering what wanted him to do.

Zhou Bin smiled and said, "Auntie Han, why are you so sad? Look who I brought to you."

After saying that, he turned and walked out. Han Cuiping looked at the door in confusion.

After a while, the door opened and a person walked in.

The two men's eyes met and they were both stunned.

Han Cuiping stared at the old man who walked in from the door. He had white hair, a wrinkled face, and a slightly hunched body.

But when she looked at his face again, it was still the same face that had haunted her decades ago.

But now his face has become old, but his big eyes are still bright and lively.

Zhang Pingshan also saw Han Cuiping lying on the hospital bed at a glance. She had long lost her youthful appearance and turned into a gentle and elegant old woman.

Although her hair has not turned white, her face already shows signs of aging.

But her face is still kind and beautiful.

The two of them stared at each other for a while, and suddenly Zhang Pingshan's eyes turned red and hot tears flowed out like a river bursting its dam.

On the other side, Han Cuiping's tears had already burst out. She thought that something had happened to Brother Pingshan and he would never come back!

She couldn't help but shouted in a trembling voice: "Brother Pingshan."