The youngest daughter was very unhappy. She had just asked and found out that the caregiver only paid fifty yuan a day, plus three meals a day. That was more than she earned as a doctor. And she would have to share that money with her three older siblings, so of course she was not happy.

Sister Wang said calmly, "I'll pay for it myself. You don't need to come anymore. Just focus on your work!"

"Mom, why are you saying that? I took the day off to come here. How can you not appreciate how hard I've worked?" the younger daughter complained, feeling wronged.

She has to go to work, do housework, and stay at the hospital with her mother. She wishes she had three heads and six arms, but her mother is still like this.

"I didn't tell you not to come and to go back."

Sister Wang set aside the bland soup her youngest daughter had bought and started drinking the steaming fish soup Ye Qingqing had bought. She had figured it out: health was the most important thing. Money spent was money spent; she wanted to live a few more years and then live for herself, no longer caring about the mess of those four ungrateful wretches.

"Mom, I know you're sulking. I'm much better than my second sister, eldest sister-in-law, and second sister-in-law. Take your anger out on them," the youngest daughter muttered softly.

Don't think she doesn't know that her second sister-in-law didn't stay with her yesterday. Humph, they're all heartless. She's so busy, she even took time off to come over.

Sister Wang sighed, no longer angry. She used to be angry because she still cared about her children, but now she's come to terms with it and is calm and has a good appetite.

"Go back. You don't need to pay for the medical expenses. I still have some savings, enough for me."

Wang Jie's words made the youngest daughter's eyes light up. She was worried about the medical expenses, but her eldest son insisted that the four siblings split the cost equally. It was estimated that Wang Jie would need at least 20,000 yuan to be discharged from the hospital, so if the four siblings split it equally, it would be 5,000 yuan per person.

The other three conditions are better than hers. Taking five thousand yuan is nothing to her. Her family is much poorer. Five thousand yuan would be a death sentence for her. It would be best if she didn't have to pay anything.

The younger daughter, now in a better mood, walked away with light steps. She decided to listen to her mother's arrangements and go back to work with peace of mind. After all, her mother had always been independent and had always lived a good life, so why should she worry so much? She should go back and worry about her precious son!

With her youngest daughter gone, Sister Wang was in a better mood. She finished a whole bowl of fish soup and even took some rice from Aunt Lu's bowl to eat with the soup. Her complexion improved a lot.

"How was last night?" Ye Qingqing asked.

Sister Wang smiled and nodded, "That's great. Xiao Lu is very thoughtful. He got up several times in the middle of the night to massage me and help me turn over, and he also chatted with me."

Last night was the most comfortable day she had since being hospitalized. She had initially felt a little bad about the 50 yuan a day wage, but now she felt it was well worth it.

Aunt Lu smiled shyly. She felt that she hadn't done enough. One should have a conscience. The family had spent so much money and even bought her meat and fish. She had to live up to her conscience.

"Meie, I've made you some blackfish soup."

Grandpa Ma came in excitedly, carrying a thermos. He paused when he saw Aunt Lu eating, then slapped his forehead in annoyance. He was late again.

Sister Wang said reproachfully, "Qingqing bought me fish soup, and I'm already full. You don't need to come back and forth anymore; the soup at the restaurants here is quite good."

It tastes much better than Grandpa Ma's cooking. Grandpa Ma's cooking skills are really not good. When the millet porridge was delivered in the morning, Sister Wang could only eat a few bites before she couldn't eat anymore. Aunt Lu, on the other hand, had a good appetite and finished it all without complaining at all.

Grandpa Ma, however, persisted and decided to continue delivering chicken soup that evening. "Don't worry, Mei'e, I'm confident I can make good chicken soup; you'll definitely love it."

Ye Qingqing smiled, filling the room with a sweet, romantic atmosphere. Even the twilight romance of the elderly can be incredibly passionate!