In the hospital room, the two siblings were both refusing each other, neither willing to give in.

Oh...

That brat is such a troublemaker; if we let him get away with it any longer, he'll be out of control.

In the end, the mischievous younger brother of the Ye family was subdued by his older sister, since his brother-in-law had spoken up.

"I'll have someone send Xiaoyang back to school tomorrow, and Dad and Mom will stay here for a few more days."

After Gao Dan said this, only Ye Chenyang was unhappy for a long time; everyone else had no objections.

Having settled all that, the next step was naturally to address the issue of accommodation for the night.

"Why go to a hotel? No, no, no, we can just put a stool here and that will do," Ye's mother hurriedly said, stopping Gao Dan from leaving.

For the two elderly people, a hotel room costs several yuan a night, so why waste that money?

But Ye Wanying and Gao Dan couldn't bear to let their elderly parents sit on chairs all night, and the young couple weren't short of money anyway: "Then let's not stay in a hotel. I remember the next ward is empty. Honey, why don't we talk to the hospital about it?"

Saying they'd discuss it was just polite talk, something to impress the two elders. At the hospital, if Ye Wanying asked for an entire floor, the hospital could do it immediately, let alone a single ward.

The Gu and Ye families of Kyoto certainly have the means to do so.

Neither of them was stupid, and they immediately understood what the other meant: "Okay, I'll go talk to the dean."

"Okay, go ahead."

Mr. and Mrs. Ye wanted to stop him, but they had already stopped him from staying in a hotel. Now, they couldn't very well stop their son-in-law, so they reluctantly agreed.

The ward next door was just a regular ward, so naturally, the two elderly people didn't say anything after seeing it.

After a long day, everyone was exhausted, and soon both wards quieted down as they drifted off to sleep.

...

The next day, Mr. and Mrs. Ye got up very early and carefully took out a hen that had been slaughtered in their hometown from their luggage: "Old man, take this to the kitchen and cook it. We'll give our daughter and son-in-law some nourishing food for lunch."

"become."

Mr. Ye took the money and was about to leave when Mrs. Ye spoke up again: "Wait, the money."

Mr. Ye has never liked carrying money. He used to be poor and really had no money. Later, because of his daughter, his conditions improved, and he got used to not carrying money. Occasionally, he would carry a dollar or two at most to buy cigarettes or go to the teahouse for tea, but not often.

Mother Ye took out two ten-yuan bills from her purse: "This is the processing fee, and also a tip for the kitchen staff. Give it to the manager quietly."

What does "hardship fee" mean?

Well, Mr. Ye really didn't understand this.

Mother Ye glared at her, but she didn't mean anything by it: "Just go when we tell you to. When you're out and about, who doesn't want to do you a favor? We'll give you a little something for your trouble, it's not a loss for us."

At least during this time, I won't be cheated out of my food when I make soup or stir-fries.

Ye's father had only left the small mountain village a few times in his life. He was an honest and simple man and really didn't know much about social interactions outside.

However, for the past twenty years, Mr. Ye has believed in one thing: listen to your wife, she can never be wrong!

So, after taking the twenty yuan and putting it in his pocket, he didn't say anything more, picked up the chicken, and left the ward.

Ye's mother chuckled and sighed, then began packing. Her bag contained not only chickens, but also two baskets of eggs—all from the family's old hens, meant to nourish the body.

After sorting and tidying up, Ye's mother walked towards the next ward.

At this time, only the little one was still sleeping soundly; the adults had all gotten up.