Chapter 20: Lin Minghe comes to visit the patient

After feeding her water, Xun Mo found an excuse to leave. Xia Cheng lay on the bed, still worried about her legs. Even if Xun Sheng brought the medical records, she was worried that it was a lie made up by Xun Sheng to comfort her.

Fortunately, her hands still had feeling. Xia Cheng pressed the nurse bell and confirmed with the nurse again before she completely believed it.

About an hour later, He Qing came back with a thermos bucket. Seeing that there was no one in the ward, she frowned, and a hint of anger appeared on her well-maintained face.

"Where's Xun Mo?"

"Momo said the school changed its schedule and she's in a hurry to go back."

"How could this be? You didn't even take care of your sister even though she's in the hospital." He Qing opened the thermos, scooped a few spoonfuls into the white porcelain bowl, and raised the head of Xia Cheng's bed. "I asked the doctor, and he said you can eat, but just a little bit for now. Some of your body functions haven't recovered yet, so it's not suitable for you to take a lot of supplements."

The spoon collided with the bottom of the bowl, and amidst the tinkling sound, Xia Cheng looked at the milky white soup base, on which floated a light layer of oil, garnished with green chopped green onions. She couldn't help but start swallowing her saliva, as she was already starving.

He Qing used chopsticks to tear the meat into strips and passed it over with the soup. She blew away the heat and put spoonfuls of meat into Xia Cheng's mouth, then slowly opened her mouth.

"However, Momo has loved studying since she was young, so she is anxious to go back to school. It's not that she doesn't care about you, so don't be angry."

As a mother, she wants to maintain her children's relationships as much as possible.

"It's just a small matter, why would I be angry?" After saying this, Xia Cheng still lost her appetite. She turned her face away and pushed He Qing's hand away.

"Mom, I'm full."

"It's just a few sips, drink some more."

"I'm really full. Didn't the doctor tell me not to drink too much?"

He Qing then put the bowl down and wiped the oil stains off Xia Cheng's lips with a tissue:

"You're not happy now."

"I'm not unhappy." Xia Cheng put her hands behind her head, looked at the ceiling, and suddenly asked, "Mom, is there a surveillance camera on the third floor?"

Although there was no definite evidence, she always felt that she did not fall suddenly.

"Only on the first floor, where the servants live, there's surveillance. We've always lived on the second and third floors, so we've never had any. The fourth floor is an attic, so we only store unused items there, so we don't have surveillance either. Why are you asking this all of a sudden?"

"Nothing, just lost something."

"What?"

"Headphones. I was wearing them when I fell that day. I guess they all fell off."

He Qing smiled and said, "Just buy some new ones. It's okay to buy a few more of these cheap things like headphones."

The headphones Xia Cheng uses cost several thousand yuan each. As time goes by, her quality of life has been improved to the highest level since she returned to the Xun family.

But it wasn't actually headphones she was looking for.

He Qing took out Xia Cheng's cell phone from her bag. She was worried that Xia Cheng would be bored, so she brought it with her.

Xia Cheng took it and saw the change of clothes in her bag. She was stunned:

"Mom, what are you doing with the clothes?"

"I'm here with you. I'm worried about you being alone."

"But aren't you busy collaborating with Lulu recently? Find me a caregiver so that I don't miss out on work."

Lulu is a very classic luxury brand that has collaborated with countless brands.

He Qing's cheongsams are already considered among the best in China, and she wants to expand her business to include accessories like gloves, hairpins, and ribbons—items that can be used for cheongsams and everyday items. The collaboration with Lulu is her way of promoting these new products.

Xia Cheng knew that He Qing was very busy. She only came back to eat in the evening recently, and sometimes she was even busy until late at night. The official date was approaching, and the factory could not keep up with the progress. The designer made frequent mistakes due to nervousness. She had to keep a close eye on it to successfully ship the goods.

He Qing rubbed Xia Cheng's head.

"Silly child, it's just work, it's not as important as your own children. I've missed more than ten years of your life, do I really have to leave you when you need help? You don't have to be so distant with your mother."

Xia Cheng was stunned. She couldn't help but move closer to He Qing's warm palm and offer her cheek to it. So this was her mother, so loving. The saying "home is where there is a mother" was indeed true. No wonder Xun Mo was reluctant to share. If possible, she also wanted her mother to have only her own child.

At night, He Qing stayed there. The VIP ward of the private hospital was not only spacious, but also had beds prepared for family members.

He Qing was worried about Xia Cheng all night. She would get up from time to time to tuck the corners of Xia Cheng's quilt, and from time to time to touch her forehead to see if it was hot. She was afraid of disturbing Xia Cheng's sleep, so she didn't even turn on the desk lamp. She stared at the screen with sore eyes in the dark to handle her work.

At 6:30 in the morning, the nurse came to check on the ward. He Qing had only slept for five hours, so she got up again and looked at the nurse's notes nervously.

At half past eight, the doctor came. He lifted Xia Cheng's quilt and pinched her legs.

Xia Cheng found that she could feel touch. The doctor nodded and said that she was recovering quickly and had no infection, and would be discharged from the hospital soon. This made He Qing very happy. As a mother, she hoped that Xia Cheng would be healthy and safe.

She washed Xia Cheng's face and asked her to spit the mouthwash into the basin. Her gentle and meticulous steps made Xia Cheng feel warm all over, as if her body had recovered faster.

In the afternoon, Xia Cheng woke up from her nap and was able to move her legs slightly, but she still needed to rest, so she simply lay in bed all day, with restrictions on her eating, drinking, defecating and urinating.

Xia Cheng could only play with her mobile phone. Lin Minghe sent her several messages, saying that he knew a place that was good for massaging sprains and wanted to take Xia Cheng there.

She suddenly realized that the place Lin Minghe was talking about was the place where Yu Jingyuan took her, so she immediately refused and pretended to be miserable.

"Sorry, I'm in the hospital recently, so I'm afraid I can't go."

But within a few minutes, the other party replied.

"Is it hurt? Is your foot worse?"

"I fell down the stairs at home."

"What!?" Lin Minghe was stunned, typing unsteadily: "Is it serious? Where are you now? I'll come find you."

"It's not serious, I just can't feel my lower body."

"This isn't serious?! Where are you?"

"In that hospital last time."

Lin Minghe was in a hurry to come. Xia Cheng took a look at the night scene outside, said something politely, and did not refuse, asking him to come back the next day.

The next morning, just after the doctor finished his rounds, Lin Minghe, who had received the news, rushed over in a hurry. He was carrying a lot of things in his arms, and he even had to put the things down before knocking on the door.

As soon as he entered the ward, he wiped the sweat off his face. Only after seeing Xia Cheng did he start to feel embarrassed.

"Minghe is here." He Qing heard Xia Cheng say last night that Lin Minghe was coming. Seeing his flushed face, he thought he was hot and quickly poured him a glass of water. "Why are you so anxious, kid?"