Although Grandma is old, her words are still quite sharp.

When those eyes swept over him, Xia Che inexplicably shrank back, feeling a little guilty.

"It's not that I skipped class. We have a college league recently, and everyone is competing. We don't have to go to class. I didn't sign up for the competition, so I came here."

Xia Che wiped the sweat from his forehead and gave a wry smile.

It seems this grandmother was quite the unreasonable person when she was young...

Even at this age, his eyesight is still so sharp.

There's something there.

"Really? So there's a competition..."

Grandma didn't understand what the college league was, but she could understand the game. Before Wang Xiaoxi was still conscious, Grandma had heard a lot about the game from him.

"Please sit wherever you like. I'll go get you something to drink."

Thinking of her grandson, the grandmother's cloudy eyes dimmed further, and she walked hunched over toward a certain place.

"Okay, thank you."

Xia Che finally had a chance to observe the situation in the ward. He glanced around and was immediately struck by the strong sense of everyday life.

Private rooms are the most luxurious rooms in this hospital; they can even be described as small homes, roughly the size of a one-bedroom apartment.

Generally speaking, the hospital owns the wards, and the hospital fees paid by patients are only for accommodation and they cannot make any modifications to the wards.

Most people who choose to be hospitalized do so because their illness requires long-term treatment, which means they need someone to take care of them.

Over time, the wards were modified by the patients' relatives, and as long as it wasn't excessive, the hospital wouldn't interfere.

They will only be asked to take all their belongings with them after being discharged from the hospital.

The grandmother in front of me was the type who could transform a hospital room. As far as the eye could see, there was a clean white hospital bed, and Wang Xiaoxi was lying on it, covered with a blanket, as if she was asleep.

The curtains were half-drawn, allowing sunlight to stream in, but not shining directly on Wang Xiaoxi's face.

There were several vases on the balcony, with a few drops of water still on the flowers. I couldn't tell if it was water from watering the flowers or dew left over from the morning.

There was a television set on the left wall. The volume wasn't loud; it was an old-fashioned comedy, which suited Grandma's taste quite well.

Further to the left was a refrigerator. While his grandmother opened the refrigerator and was looking for a drink for Xia Che, he glanced at it. The refrigerator was packed with a wide variety of things, but it wasn't crowded. It was clear that it had been carefully organized.

"Grandma, these fruits are all fresh. Remember to eat them, don't let them go to waste."

Xia Che placed the fruit basket on the table and gave him some instructions.

The fruits he bought were all seasonal fruits from Jiang City, most of which cannot be kept for long and are best eaten as soon as possible.

Moreover, fruit is best when it's fresh; leaving it for too long will definitely affect its taste.

"Nonsense, who doesn't know you can't put fruit in there?"

Just then, Grandma walked over with one hand behind her back and a can of iced cola in the other. She closed the refrigerator and gave Xia Che a disapproving look: "You child, you can't even imitate adults properly. Here, have some cola."

After being scolded, Xia Che touched his nose, but a smile inexplicably appeared on his face.

Not all blame is harsh.

Although the old woman in front of him was blaming him, Xia Che couldn't get angry at all for no reason.

It's as if the other person really is your elder; you bicker a little when you're bored, and then the other person scolds you, but neither of you really takes it to heart.

"Do what you should do at your age. Don't try to imitate adults. Life is a long journey. You'll understand when you get older. If you learn what you'll do in the future in advance, it will be difficult to regain your previous mindset when you get old."

Grandma hunched over, leaning on the sofa cushions to sit down, and focused her attention on the TV on the wall. Suddenly she said, "Life is like a train. You can't turn back or leave early. What you think is maturity is just moving to a slightly earlier carriage, but the pace doesn't change."

"Don't be too hasty or too deliberate. Talk about things that interest you at your age. Pretending to be a mature little adult is actually very annoying. Your teacher should have told you to have a good chat with me before you came, right?"

Grandma peeled an orange, her eyes fixed on the TV, but she reached out her hand. "Try it. It's grown in the village. It tastes better than the fruit you buy at the fruit shop downstairs."

Xia Che was stunned for a moment, his thoughts still immersed in what his grandmother had just said.

He never imagined that an old man would utter such philosophical words.

If the environment were different, if Grandma's clothes weren't so plain, and if the surroundings were a cold, quiet office, then these words might make more sense.

"Thanks……"

Xia Che carefully took the orange, broke off a segment and put it in his mouth, and a refreshing sweetness immediately filled his throat.

His eyes lit up immediately.

Grandma wasn't lying to him; these oranges really are delicious!

While being sweet, it also retains a hint of the natural tartness of oranges, but the tartness is very mild. When combined with the sweetness, it unexpectedly adds a refreshing touch that cuts through the richness.

Xia Che wasn't a big fan of fruit, but he couldn't get enough of this orange and finished it in just a few bites.

But after they finished the oranges, a silence fell between them.

For no apparent reason, Xia Che, who never felt inferior when facing those important figures, became obediently seated on the sofa in front of this grandmother who clearly possessed great wisdom. He dared not make any jokes or utter a single word.

This grandma...

He is definitely not an ordinary person.

An ordinary old lady who ran a vegetable stall gave Xia Che an extraordinary aura, making him dare not overstep his bounds in the slightest.

Xia Che sniffed and sat up even more properly.

"Say something! Do you really enjoy watching these outdated comedy sketches?"

Xia Che didn't dare to say anything, but his grandmother was unhappy: "Didn't I already tell you? Is it so hard to talk about things that someone your age should be interested in?"

"I...I don't have anything I'm interested in."

Xia Che touched his nose and gave a wry smile.

Grandma ignored him, staring intently at Xia Che, making him feel uneasy.

Clearly, his answer was not acceptable to his grandmother.

"You're clearly just a child... so why do you always speak with that greasy, middle-aged air? It's like there's a soul inside you that doesn't belong to your age."

Grandma looked at it for a long time, then suddenly said quietly.

This startled Xia Che.

Immediately, cold sweat poured down his back, soaking through his back.

Grandma wasn't wrong; strictly speaking, she had indeed been given a different soul...